I grew up at a time :
when I was not treated as a trophy
When my privacy was respected
When I was not made to be a model child
When I had no peer pressure from my next door neighbor
When I could be just a child
Dedicated to those poor souls of today who are :
Anything but children
Their parents’ siren
Forced to live their parents’ dreams
Made to hide their screams
Portrayed as Model Humans (yet)
Deprived of their nuisances
To all those Old age kids (aka parents) please remember these immortal words of Kahlil Gibran
“Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you”
If only Kahlil Gibran were alive today, he would have died a thousand deaths..
agamthedal 
Senior, good one, trophies analogy was really nice especially. As parent even i fall into that trap most of the time. I ask my daughter to say johny johny to her grand parents
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