Some days are gloomy, and some aren't. Difficult times and phases are hard to pass by. Sister has back papers. Seven back papers. Her degree was supposed to be finished by August last year. Most of her batchmates are placed and leading a settled life serving parents, keeping them happy and healthy while she is. She is still struggling with subjective college exam papers, still immature, toxic, erratic, and mannerless, and still living in her own delusional, selfish world, treating her parents like shit while drowning in a plethora of fake egos at the same time. Sometimes, I sincerely feel that we both have failed our parents. We both have failed as good kids, those who could provide them peace, comfort, and most importantly, good respect in society, which they have always craved and which, in fact, they so well deserve. Our parents have done what not, for our comfort and our needs. They have sacrificed so much in terms of health, mental peace, time, and relationships just for the s...