Dear Parents, I Love You More Than I Can Say

When I was a kid, I didn’t understand any of it

I thought the lights in our house were always on simply because that’s how homes worked.

I thought dinner appeared at the same time every night because that’s just what parents did.

I thought sacrifices were invisible because I never saw them happen.

But now… now I’m old enough to see clearly. My parents worked much harder than I ever imagined. 

Harder than they admitted. Harder than I ever thanked them for.

I remember the mornings when my dad woke up before sunrise, moving through the house on his toes so he wouldn’t wake anyone.

I remember the faint clink of keys, the thermos closing, the quiet sigh — the sigh of someone beginning a long day.

Back then, I never asked why he was so tired. I just assumed adults were supposed to be exhausted.

Now I understand: He carried more than he should have, so I wouldn’t have to.

I remember the winter when he wore the same old coat for years, while I got a new one because “kids grow fast.”

I remember the evenings when my parents quietly skipped dinner, smiling and saying they had already eaten.

I remember school trips that somehow got paid for, even though the fridge got emptier.

Back then, I thought they were too strict. Now I know they were scared — scared the world wouldn’t protect me, so they tried to do it themselves.

I thought my dad didn’t play with me enough. Now I know he was busy making sure we had a roof over our heads.

I thought he didn’t understand me. Now I know he understood everything — he just carried his worries in silence so I could be a child without them.

Sometimes I look at old photographs and I finally see what I missed: Tired eyes hiding behind smiles, hands that worked too much, quiet pride at every small win, and a kind of love that was never loud — but never went away.

Back then I didn’t know. Now I do.

Every sacrifice I didn’t witness. Every dream postponed for “later.” Every long night and every early morning — it was all love.

Quiet. Steady. Unshakable.

The kind of love that quietly builds your entire life long before you’re old enough to understand how.


Adapted from the article shared by Motorland via Facebook posting yesterday, Wednesday 14 January 2026.

All pictures are for illustration purpose only.

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