Yesterday night was a special evening. It was the last evening before my parents are going back to Ukraine. They spent about two months here and it has been an invaluable time. I feel a conflicting sense of gratitude towards the events. In some sense I let them go being my parents and met them as human beings. There was a moment when they were still back in Ukraine when I didn't have a connection with them for a few days, I knew they were alright, following detailed new reports about their city. I knew that electricity was cut off and the mobile network wasn't always available. But during that day I realised that my parents have their experience own experiences, their own life in parallel with mine.
Gratitude in conflict.
Gratitude in conflict.
Gratitude in conflict.
Yesterday night was a special evening. It was the last evening before my parents are going back to Ukraine. They spent about two months here and it has been an invaluable time. I feel a conflicting sense of gratitude towards the events. In some sense I let them go being my parents and met them as human beings. There was a moment when they were still back in Ukraine when I didn't have a connection with them for a few days, I knew they were alright, following detailed new reports about their city. I knew that electricity was cut off and the mobile network wasn't always available. But during that day I realised that my parents have their experience own experiences, their own life in parallel with mine.