leaky faucet behavior

my mother emailed me today to say that she and my father were visiting california for their spring break, and i started crying. crying because parents, i've realized over the last two years of living alone, are the only two people in the world who make it a priority to be unconditionally nice to you (that and older siblings, younger brother dearest). you'd think that this isn't a quality hard to find in other people, but it is. people can be nice, but rarely unconditionally nice, offering up themselves no matter who you are or what you have done. or maybe i'm just jaded from living in the city, where crossing strangers on the sidewalk is like brushing up against 200 grade sandpaper. crying from lack, and crying from relief.