My Parents, My Angels

By: Jenine Bufi

My parents are angels in disguise. That’s how I describe them in my mind and heart. They may not have wings, or golden halos atop their heads. But in their hearts they are angels. Perhaps… you don’t believe me but I can assure you that by the end of this piece of writing… you’ll realize that you’re parents are angels too.

It was two years ago when my father and mother lost their jobs. Completely unemployed. It lasted for almost a year. I hated it. I even hated them for it when obviously I should’ve just stuck with them through it. I was only thinking of myself. And was blind enough not to see their efforts for me and my older sister. I was so selfish that I didn’t care if I made my parents feel useless. When the truth was… I was the one who was useless. I didn’t support them nor gave them hope. I only brought them down and crushed their hopes. By the middle of such crisis, realization struck me. And it struck me hard. I was wrong. I was disrespectful. I was forgetting the difference between what was wrong to what was right. And I was thankful, that in the midst of that terrible crisis I found myself taking back and repenting what I had done. Of course, I said sincerely sorry to my parents. I did what I had to do… I studied much harder so that one day I’ll successfully graduate and reciprocate the love and care they gave me.

My father… he has this amazing charisma. It’s like when he enters the room it will be filled with sunshine. With happiness. With laughter. With love. His jokes are the best medicine for my soul. He always knows how to cheer me up… and my father has this amazing ability. Wherein it’s like he can see right in me. Once his gaze rests on mine, it will be like I was an open book for him to read. Whenever he sees me sitting by the side of the bed, he’ll immediately sit beside me and ask me what’s wrong. And of course, being the teenager that I am, it’s obviously hard to control some certain feelings because teens are like live wires and sometimes it will be hard to fight back tears when all you want to do is burst into tears, cry on someone’s shoulder and talk it all out. I love it when he calls me by the pet name of ‘babe’. It makes me feel like a kid again and also makes me feel incredibly carefree.

He is the perfect shield and mirror. Shield for He protects me to what causes me pain. Mirror for He could sit with me and be me, just transform

and be a teenager again who becomes my own best friend. My father epitomized my very own Guardian Angel.

My mother… is the teacher everyone would want to have. She doesn’t speak much. But once she does, her words are magical. Every word, every phrase and every sentence means a lot. My mother knows how or when to look at me in the eye and say ‘what’s the problem honey?’ She says it’s by the way I talk and smile and by the way I look at people. She just knows. My mom always supported me in everything. She never backed down on me as long as what I’m doing was right. She works night and day for us. Even when she’s sick, sometimes she still goes to work. Her love is such a blessing for our family. And she’s also like my secret diary. I tell her my problems, secrets, regrets, everything and she keeps it in her heart and locks it in.

She is the perfect diamond and flower. Diamond for She has the smooth affinity to a diamond. Smooth yet is hard at all places. Flower for She blooms in different seasons and gives me hopes. My mother epitomized my very own Angel of Wisdom.

I am very proud to call my parents. My dad. My mom. My life. My everything.