There was a time when family ties were sacred — when elders were respected, and cousins were like brothers and sisters, sharing laughter, tears, and dreams. Every helping hand, every sacrifice, was remembered with gratitude. The strength of a family was measured not in wealth, but in unity, care, and mutual respect.
But times have changed. Today, even cousins from both sides often drift apart, forgetting the bonds that once connected their hearts. Many no longer appreciate the helping hands that supported them in their growing years. In the pursuit of comfort, success, and self-interest, some lose sight of their lineage and the people who once stood by them. Gratitude and togetherness have quietly faded, replaced by pride and indifference.
It is painful to witness relationships weaken under the weight of selfish motives. When gratitude disappears, love turns cold, and family becomes strangers. May we all pause to remember our roots — the parents, elders, and relatives who shaped our journey. True strength lies not in standing alone, but in acknowledging those who helped us rise. Gratitude is the bridge that keeps hearts connected, even across generations.
