Let parents bequeath to their children not riches, but the spirit of reverence.
Plato
There are very, very few people who really care for me. Sensitive, emotionally connected, believing in me and encouraging me. Intrinsically knowing my moods, my thoughts and my wants. They always have a few kind words to pep me up and take infinite care of me when I am down and out.
They value me and always stand by me. My parents. Putting me before their needs, wants and interests. Forever. Even when I am not with them.
Can they ever be replaced? Never.
I was not a writer