Mom's eyes welled up. "I... I just thought that now that our son is making so much money, I ought to do better too. I was just..."
Dad rubbed his forehead with his hand, a pained expression on his face. "And I thought you were acting strange around me because I wasn't helping you enough around the house..."
A tear slid down my mom's cheek. "I guess I just felt a bit unneeded." her voice was trembling.
"Mom," I began softly, "you've done more than enough already. From the moment Sydney and I were born, you worked tirelessly—making sure we had food, taking care of our clothes, cleaning the house, preparing everything we needed and working a day job at the same time as well..."
"It's time for you to take a break. If you want to find another job, that's entirely up to you. But please, don't feel bad about this. You've given so much of yourself... It's okay to rest now. You shouldn't feel guilty, you should feel proud of everything you have done for us."