Why do we spend so much effort in thinking of the best way to celebrate our boy/girlfriend's birthday? Yet when it comes to Mother's Day they merely buy a commerically made cake, or let the date of Father's Day slip away?
Why do we msg and call, and long to see our other half so much and so frequently? But then bury ourselves in schoolwork, and careless talk on the computer locking ourselves from our parents, seldom ever asking them how their day was?
Why do we see no shame is saying 'I love you' a thousand times and more to that special one? Yet we cringe at the thought of embarrasing ourselves when we're told to say that same three words to our mum and dad?
It could be a simple handwritten card or a packet of sweets (sweetness that seeps into our hearts) yet we cherish it so much, we never let it leave out sight. But how about the food that is laid on our dinner table every night, or those clean bedsheets that we spend our nights on, or that very handphone you're using to msg your special one, have you say a word of thanks, shown abit of appreciation for the one who got all those stuff?
They all fall under the same category: your loved ones. Why then such diverse treatment?
Pris
