When we were kids, we used to fight over our parents: Mama, baba are mine!! They are my parents!!
When we grow older, we still fight about them but not for them. We fight to get rid of them: They are your parents!! They are your parents!!
Why it happens???
We all are broken, in one way or another.
Some have more cracks then others; that doesn’t give them any superiority over those who possess less.
To all of us, whether they are big or small, our cracks matter.