My dad

I've always thought that my Mom is one of the luckiest person in the world.
My Dad spoils my mum so much that even my grandma once told him that he shouldn't.
Otherwise my Mom will just not be a very good wife.

When my Mom needs to go grocery shopping, my Dad will drive her there even if it means waking up earlier. If she says she doesn't feel like cooking, he'll just bring us all out for dinner.
When she fell down and fractured her leg, he was the one who helped her wrap the cast up so that it doesn't get wet when she showers.

But I also know that she will be there to make sure he eats. To support him when he struggles to climb up the steps. To apply the medication for him where he is unable to reach.

Their marriage isn't perfect. *They have an imperfect me for a son... *
They have their fair share of arguments and my dad will grumble about my Mom sometimes. And my Mom will complain that my Dad grumbles too much.

But isn't that true of all relationship? No relationship is perfect, it is about two person working together, their strengths making up for the other's weaknesses.

There is no one perfect person, only the person you want to build a life together with, to grow together with.

They are always there to help my brother and sister when they are having troubles with their spouses.
A lot of times, I wish I could have told them about us, maybe if I had, they would have been able to help me see what I should have seen earlier.

Regrets. Something to learn from.
I have always known that I'm a difficult person to love. I grumble, I'm temperamental, I'm needy, I have a fickle heart.

There's a Japanese term that I came across recently, kintsukuroi:

I wonder if it is true for more than just pottery.