Oh, how we let our past consume us. How do we let it control our lives and plot against us? I've watched parents fall over their own feet and break their noses from their choices of drunken stupidity. Five years later, they are scolding their own children for smelling like Vodka and debauchery. Most of them hypocrites, the others are just scared. How they allow selfishness to run their lives and put their priorities in un-alphabetical order. They desire love, passion, chaos and disorganization and wonder why they have no insight into their children's lives. But in the end, it is also the children to coddle the parents; assure them that everything is going to be okay. When my Mom says, "I wasn't the best Mom." I always tell her, "You were a great Mom." Children protect their parents whom are children themselves.