family

I called my parents yesterday. It seemed to be the first time I was truly happy to hear their voice over the phone since I came to the States. Maybe it is becaue I've begun to admit that I grew up in a quite dysfunctional family (especially according to American stardards), but this difficult admission reconnected me with them in an unexpected way. I feel that I begin to have a better understanding of them, who are not perfect but loving in their own way. They have their own problems, but they are nonetheless selfless towards me.
I think I am fine with them now. After a difficult time myself, a different perspective seems emerging.