Gratitude journal

Grateful for the rest I had yesterday after a rough week.

Grateful for my parents.

Grateful for allowing to make your presence known every single day. I am grateful I still have my parents here, alive and well. I treasure all the times that you are here with me.

Grateful for all your sacrifices, even when I don’t have the slightest idea for what you gave been through. I am proud of you. I am proud of your perseverance.

Grateful for all the little you have done. Grateful for my mother for cooking for us. Grateful for my father for taking me every day to school, as a child, on his bicycle, then go to his work.
Grateful for the clothes you bought for us, even when we don’t want to. Grateful for carrying us all those time when we couldn’t walk. Thank you because I always felt protected, and taken care of. Thank you for my first birthday celebration, which I still have its photos till now, and it brings me joy and peace. Thank you for preparing my breakfast everyday for years in middle school and before.
Thank you for loving me. Deeply, honestly and entirely. Even during the moments when I felt so undeserving of that love. Even when I felt imperfect and flawed.