The older I grew the more I understood my parents. As a young child starting at the ninja academy I never understood, in fact I resented, the fact that I could not tell my friends who my father was, I hated the way he had to come to events disguised with members of ANBU. I hated that my mother dropped me off, she was odd, no matter how much I loved her I couldn't help but notice she didn't where the same headband as the rest of our ninjas, and the fact that she never went on missions. I hated the fact that she dropped me off while the rest of kids had nannies who did that for them, that she stopped her career to raise us. I never understood that she had given up so much to be with my father that all she had was us, and him.
As I grew I began to resent my father, for what he had turned my mother into too. I looked at the pictures of her growing up, I saw the lovely young women striking in ANBU uniform, surrounded by family, dressed up in her regular outfit as a seducer. I even had brief moment that I thought my mother might be spying for her village. I resented the way she loved my father, more than her own soul, when he was so cold, so uncaring towards her. I failed to see the little looks he sent her, when he thought only she was looking. I missed the way he watched carefully as she climbed the stairs when she was pregnant with one of my many younger siblings. The way they managed to communicate without saying words about something we children had done or wanted to do.
When I grew up, I began to see the hints of regret in my fathers eyes as he sent me out on a mission. I began to noticed the way his eyes curved when my mother walked into our room, or when one of children clambered for a hug. I watched as his eyes lit up when I came home unscathed from a mission, and the quiet hidden sigh relief, that escaped his mouth.
I began to hear my mother joke about why it wasn't nessacry to hide who I was from the pople, they looked at me and saw a young Kazekage, there was none of her face in mine.
I began to notice the little things that made my family work.
I began to understand.