Yestrday my parents came through for a visit. The day's itinerary was laid out by mom. We'll start off with breakfast somewhere and then hit the shops (Mom was in desperate need of new yet comfortable shoes).
So after breakfast we headed off to the nearest shopping centre, where mom, sis and my girlfriend proceeded to thoroughly browse every shop that remotely sold shoes. Dad and myself continued to stand outside the shops, putting our muscles to the test with shopping bags filled to the brim with everything BUT shoes (oh the irony).
As we hit shopping mall number 3, there was end in sight as mom finally stumbled across not one, but two pairs of shoes she liked. Soon it was established that I also needed some new stuff and I was forced into trying on sneakers with the opinion of 5 people judging how it fits. Now besides for not being a cast member on My Super Sweet 16, I just don't have the arrogance to pick out the most expensive shoes on the shelf. But my Dad soon picked up a pair of Hush Puppies and asked me to try them on. My expression was "Hell no, they're R1000 a pair!" Dad's expression: "I didn't ask what they cost, I want to buy you something."
And there I was. Sitting in a shoe store with my foot so far up my mouth I could tickle my tonsils. Because whether it was a R49 pair of PEP slip-on's, or R1000 Soviet leathers, the folks wanted to get me something. Then I realised that no matter how tough times are or how hard life gets, your parents will always to the best they can to provide for you. Even if you're not living with them. I did not get anything material from the folks (simply because I have weird taste), but walked out of that mall with so much more.
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