... I wanted to talk to my parents more while on my final Christmas Vacation from school. But I didn't.
I don't know what I would have said.
I don't know whether anything I said would even matter. I'm doing alright. I'm going to church. I'm about to graduate in a field in which my parents are thrilled I'm going into. They don't have to twist my arm to do the right thing.
And yet I cannot help but feel as if I am letting them down on some level.
Maybe they'd prefer it if I was different.
I wonder if I shame my dad. If not, I wonder why he never wants to talk to me about things. Or say he is proud of me.