These people we call our parents. They makes us laugh. They make us cry. They make us clean things, pick up things, behave like them, not behave like them. They make us who we are. Sometimes we look back with great fondness. At other times we think, 'what were you smoking!' These parents of ours who also came into the world with dreams, fears, wishes, wants, ideas, songs, stories. And then became our parents. These people, our parents, are woven into the very fabric of our existence. THE END
This picture and story was inspired by Black Umfolosi's song Bazali Bethu.