Daily writing prompt

What were your parents doing at your age?

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My father, at my age, had already parked his last truck. Being a seasoned commercial driver, who had spent years navigating endless roads, was now at home. His hands, once firm on the wheel, now rested in the quiet rhythm of retirement. My mother, always the heart of our home, jangling from household job to the next, continued her life’s work. Although she never formally employed, she was the silent architect of our family’s well-being, the food breeder…Now, at the same age, I still balance work and ambition, while them they embraced a slower, simpler life. My father swapped long drives for long conversations, and my mother’s daily routine remained a steady anchor. Their world was different from mine, yet their legacy of resilience and dedication fuels my own journey forward.