Posted on 10/12/2016 6:30:45 AM PDT by pabianice
I still sleep in my parents’ bed. Beside them. At night. And I’m 20-years-old. Let me put that into context.
My parents are getting old. It pains me, but this is a fact. And whether or not I try to convince myself otherwise, one day I will be without them, assuming I’ll live longer than they do. I will not be able to see my mother’s face, or hear my father’s voice, I will not be able to physically go to them for support, or guidance or love.
This simple reality deeply pains me. And for this reason, I sleep beside them. I sleep amongst their bodies that rise and fall as mine does with each breath we take, and I hold on to this simple action that makes me feel as if we will be united forever. I try my hardest to remember them in their stillness, the patterns of their breath, their facial features and body shapes in such peaceful and innocent bliss. By sleeping beside them, I desperately hold on to how alive we all are in that moment, because I know that one day they will be nothing but a distant memory.
The second reason I sleep alongside my parents is to preserve my youth.
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Well that’s one way to prevent premarital sex, I guess.
Her moccasins, I’m not judging.
Her moccasins, I’m not judging.
I didn’t think things could get any more stupid. I was wrong.
Mom and Dad had their own bedroom ... and heaven forbid if any of us entered that room uninvited.
I and the second-oldest brother shared another bedroom on a bunkbed; I had the top bunk because I didn't want to run the risk of him stepping on me in the middle of the night if he had to go to the bathroom.
The three youngest brothers were in the last bedroom, on a three-tier bunkbed.
It was like that until I reached 18 and left for the Naval Academy. Then the middle brother moved in with #2 brother, making it two-and-two. And so it was as one son after another left home.
I'm not talking about multi-person bedrooms. The idea of a grown .. or even teen .. child sleeping with their parents takes a special kind of snowflake. Or helicopter parents equipped with a heavy-duty electromagnet. Or both.
LOL LOL LOL Boogieman!!
It more of a necessity if a family is poor. In a few of the Indian movies that I watched the more fortune the more similar to western culture.
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