Exaggeration, much?

Sometimes I wonder whether I don’t really take my parents for granted.

 

My dad certainly seems to think so. Since I don’t go to school anymore, I regularly roll over and indulge myself to an extra two hours of sleep, while the rest of the household goes berserk in the early morning rush. My Dad in particular has to get my little brother washed, dressed, fed, packed and hustle the family out the door before the morning traffic hits.

 

This morning he woke up to find he had caught a nasty cold. I woke up to the sound of my mobile phone going off in my ear. He had texted from downstairs: “This is to notify you that Dad is temporarily out of service. Kindly assist the rest of the family downstairs.”

 

Parents!