In the eyes of parents, I never grew,
"Uh oh, you'll be twenty," they knew.

On this birthday in June, all grown up they see,
But the growing they missed, lost in busy reverie.

Making money, their focus, for us, they strive,
Yet time for us, they couldn't derive.

Weekends devoid of familial bliss,
A forced connection, something amiss.

At twenty now, still feeling adrift,
In a dysfunctional family rift.

Mom with her problems, laid bare,
Dad silent, burdened, unaware.
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