Once I asked my dad about my early childhood,back to the time when I could not form any memories.I donot have a single memory of being loved.So I thought my very early childhood might have some love.My dad told me one day I woke up from my sleep around midnight and started crying when I was around age 3.My dad woke up and asked me why was I crying.I was inconsolable and finally told him ,I was hungry and wanted rice pudding.I wouldn't stop asking for rice pudding.My mom woke up by then.
I was so excited to hear my childhood story,and asked my dad ..dad.what did you guys do then.I was expecting some lovely soothing thing.My dad tells me...What could I do? You wouldn't stop .So I slapped you hard?I didn't believe what I heard.Dad?You Slapped me?? Yeh,I had to,your mom woke up and was worried that now she have to make rice pudding.
My parents exchanged glances after the story.My dad looks at my mom romantically and she looks back at him admirably ((like she is saying I love you))and smiles.Sick people.
Now love has been elusive to me all my life. I have decided I will rely on self-love.This Valentine's I will treat myself with rice pudding. Happy Valentine's to all.