taken for granted???

For no reason, this sudden cloud of *emo*ness overwhelmed me.. like I am really not that sad.. but nonetheless feels *lost*, like sad for some reasons which i don't know... And in this state, this weird thought of Daddy neglecting me or the fear of not being LOVED enough (*as before*) just ran through my head! It crazy I know. And these past two days, I have been pissed off by him FOR NO REASONS... (like the other day i was on the phone with dad.. and the moment he uttered the line, "you mean you cant even do that?" (He did not say in a harsh tone, but in his normal manner) but that just "fired" me.. and i in my usual 'spoilt tone' replied, "aaahhh (long scream) nevermind nevermind.. forget it.. forget it.. (i kept saying "forget it' in between his sentences)
Dad: avoni, what happened? (very very calm and gentle tone)
Avoni: Nothing nothing... I will do it... It k.. don worry!
Dad: The PNR number and the ticket number is there.. (in the sms he send me)
Avoni: ok. (abit calm now.. state of realisation.. )
Dad: avoni, if you cant do it then don worry, I will get it done for you..
avoni: its ok daddy, I will do it. (now in my gentle and loving tone)

After that i felt abit guilty, so i send him an sms apologizing if i had offended him. To which we had a short conversation (exchanging sms)
I guess i have been so used to daddy taking care of me that sometimes i forget to treasure him or mummy. Like it seems normal for me to be taken care of by them, sometimes to the extend that I feel its their JOB to take care of me!! ah!! Avoni, Grow up!!! Well, they are the BEST parents in the whole wide world!!! If there is a competition they would certainly WIN the goal MEDAL!!! *LOVE you BOTH****

Coincidentally, i recieved this email from Meron, its very touchin... do read it!!!
A KEEPER!!!
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived
barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, work shirt and a hat; and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things: a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, re-heating leftovers, renewing; I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more. But when my mother died, and I was standing in that clear morning light in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return. So... While we have it, it's best we love it... And care for it... And fix it when it's broken... And heal it when it's sick. This is true: For marriage... And old cars... And children with bad report cards... Dogs and cats with bad hips... And aging parents... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep, like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, Like people we know who are special... And so, we keep them close!