True love's recipe

Waiting for the father for a whole week, then seeing him and you both start your sweet fight, the way you both take your turns to argue, first father you start and then mother speaks and you smile, I’ve seen you, mother, the way you praise him, but in front of him just start counting his bad things like, first, he gets into the kitchen to cook food, (to give you some rest on Saturdays and Sundays), like, second, he listens to his heart always not to you, (but saves the money to take you to the different places), like, third, how he rarely praises always finds mistakes in your cooking, (but in front of us, in front of the whole world, you are his perfect queen), like, fourth, how he didn’t take us all with him, where he lives, (to make us not suffer as he does, in your words, my mummy), like, fifth, how he spoils us kids, making you the villain of our story, (but telling us to take care of you, making you the heroine of our story), I’ve learned from you, my parents, true love starts from compromises love isn’t only about checkboxes and checklists, it is grocery ticks, cute bickering, and wish lists, I love your love, love you the most, you know, thank you for showing me how true love flows. thank you for showing me how true love flows.