Warm / cold juxtaposed

In the midst of the heavy rain, I felt the warmth of the father's love.
Yesterday's happenings are worth noting.
In primary school, Chinese periods will be filled with countless passages about filial piety, love for family, sacrifices, respect: those typical Asian values. One story I remember was of a mother who always gave the meatiest parts of the fish to her children and ate the less-than-delectable fish head portion instead. This happened for years and years. So much so that the children were brought up thinking that she loved fish head instead, but it turns out her love for her children is so great, that even sacrificing her favourite food is what she would do to make her children happy.
Parents show their love for their children to the fullest capacity. And it hurts to know that the child may not see that because people love at different capacities; not everyone's 'full capacity' is the same.
It was the usual evening/ nighttime run. At first it was a few trickles here and there and I thought nothing much of it, until not long after when, without warning, winds broke out and haphazardly strew withered leaves on to the ground. The torrential rains came almost immediately, like the clouds couldn't manage the huge bucket of water and spilt it all over the earth. I found refuge underneath a shelter, a measurable distance away from home. I thought about calling home to ask someone to escort me, but I withdrew from that decision almost immediately.
I could wait for the rain to stop, it has got to stop
Don't rly feel like talking to my family ha ha ha it's almost always like that
The greatest moment has got to be when my brain sent telepathic messages to my dad, whom I saw walking towards me with that familiar huge ass umbrella. That was when I felt truly blessed.
"Did you call mummy?" "No/ I was planning to wait here til the rain stopped"
Un/fortunately, it did eventually stop, before we reached home.
But idk, that scene reminded me particularly about sacrifices of a parent. How do they have so much love within them, yet they almost always never ask for anything in return? Why am I incapable of that? Srsly speaking, I'd get salmon sushi for myself and cucumber ones for my kids instead hahahaha (half kidding). Point is, sacrificing is hard and not sacrificing is a secretly beneficial thing yet a terribly selfish thing to do.