If you’re reading this and you still have parents — visit them.
Not just on holidays. Not just when it’s convenient.
Sit with them. Ask about their stories. Watch them light up when they feel seen.
Because one day — and it comes faster than you think — they won’t be there to answer the phone. You’ll scroll through your contacts and hesitate when you see “Mom” or “Dad” knowing no one will pick up.
And you’ll wish you had made time.
Love isn’t a grand gesture. It’s not measured in gifts or money. It’s measured in presence. In choosing to show up.
Don’t wait until it’s too late.
Because silence is the cruelest kind of inheritance.
