Today, after a long time, I sat down to study. Actually, it’s been a long time since I sat with my academic books. There’s no exam ahead right now, and I don’t even belong to the "topper" group, but still today I chose to study voluntarily and there’s a reason for it.
Today is the third of the month. Yesterday, my department announced the admission date for my MBA program. This morning, my father sent me the admission money. He had already sent the monthly expenses on the first! Ten thousand taka for monthly expenses and four and a half thousand for admission fees! Together, about almost fifteen thousand taka. To some people, this might not be much, but I know how big of an amount this is for my father.
My father has grown old. Just by hearing his voice over the phone, I can tell that his health isn’t good. He can hardly eat, so his body is very weak. On top of that, he has many other health issues too. Whenever I tell him to go see a doctor, I hear the same answer every day , "I’ll be fine." I really don’t understand why parents neglect themselves so much!!!!
Lately, I’ve noticed many changes inside me. I wasn’t like this before. Now, I don’t feel like going to restaurants anymore. Instead, my thoughts circle around what my parents might like to eat. Once I finish my MBA, I need a job with a decent salary. I want to take my parents to different places, take them to restaurants to try different foods, buy them beautiful clothes......so many dreams! Just as they fulfilled all my wishes when I was a child, I now have a growing desire to fulfill theirs even better.
This nearly fifteen thousand taka that my father sent me, I know he has no personal interest in it. His only wish is to see me reach the peak of success. It’s late at night, so I’m overthinking, and as usual sleep isn’t coming, I can't sleep . The road ahead feels so uncertain, but with so many dreams and desires, only one thought keeps haunting me, why do parents have to grow old?