They love me, they love me not

Parents, what do they think about everyday? Bills, money, jobs, and all that other crap. They usually worry about thier children and love them. I have parents who loved me and worried about me, but am I loved anymore? I feel like I am just pushed aside for nothing now, Surrounded in emptiness. I look around and see my happy times with my parents. Now all I see are people that take care of me instead of the most dearest to me. I cry. Tears come out of my eyes like little bundles of saddness that are demolished once my hand wipes through them. When I was little I always cried when I get yelled at. But for the last couple of years I didn't since my sister said, "Noooooo they only yell at you because they care for you." I believed that for a while, now not anymore. I don't believe those fairytales anymore....I don't.