Tired souls.

I was getting a lift from my parents on Monday when I realized how tired they both were. It was already nearing 6pm, and I had just ended school.
I was tired too, but when I saw how my mom managed to sleep on the bumpy ride home, my heart ached. I looked at my dad, and he looked really tired too. Then I wonder, what are we all working so hard for?

From right to left (Top: Sister's boyfriend, sister, me, my cousin) (Bottom: Half sober dad, Mom, and god mother.)

This was taken at a wedding dinner. It was supposed to be a family affair, but my other sister couldn't attend.
A smile covers up so much. Sorrow, anger, disappointment etc. Most of the days, my mom usually goes to bed with a smile on her face. She work so hard, day in and day out. From work, to household chores, she hardly complain.

One more small detail I noticed during the ride home. My mother's bag was really heavy, thanks to the laptop she had to bring to work. And she had to sleep in an awkward position because we were in the van. My mom had stepped on my foot while she fell asleep. I wanted to take my foot away due to a little discomfort, but I stayed put. My mom had went through 9 months of discomfort and pain while bearing me. How could I complain over such a slight discomfort as compared to hers?

A shot of all of my cousins. 

Being the third youngest in this family tree,  I'm also the tallest of them all.

That ride home had me think about so much. I don't really understand life. I really don't.