People always asked me if the lady with me is my grandmother. Every time. My mother would be pissed.

My mother was 45 and my father was 43 when they had me. They tried for a very long time to conceive but were unsuccessful. My mother had 1 abortion and miscarried trice. Till date, she cries and gets sad when she recalls the abortion and miscarriages.

My parents were strict in their parenting. I wasn’t allowed to hang out with friends until after high school.

I’m ashamed to say that I was embarrassed to tell people they were my parents when I was younger. My friends had young parents and I always wished I had young parents too. It took me a while to accept it but I’m very proud to be their daughter.

The intergenerational gap is unbearable. They don’t understand certain things and we’ve had many arguments and misunderstandings. Many times I remind myself to stay and calm, after all, they were from a different era. But it’s easier said. I still catch myself super upset or disappointed with my mother when she is unable to understand me.

Having parents almost half a century older is interesting too. They’ll tell me stories of their childhood and their life before me which is completely different from now.

My father always desired that he is able to witness me completing my graduation, getting a job and then getting married. Unfortunately, he passed away just before he was 62. I was much closer to him and got along better with him. I just hope my mother will be there for me when these things happen in the future. It’s definitely nice to have a parent to love, talk to or even just be there.

This is a little glimpse of my life with my much older parents whom I love very much.