We grow up thinking that families
are permanent, and that our parents
will always catch us when we fall.
But what happens when they fall?
No one prepared me for that.

We grow up idolizing them, seeing
them as heroes who can do no
harm or injustice. But what happens
when they become the villain?
No one prepared me for that.

We grow up watching them put
on a strong front, never shedding a
tear for our sake. But what happens
when they come crying to us?
No one prepared me for that.

We grow up watching them forgive
us over and over, loving us unconditionally
all the while. But what happens
when we must absolve them?

No one prepared me for this.