To go home or not to go home?

Decisions, decisions.

At times I wonder whether I'm being too selfish. For the past few months, I've been telling everyone that I won't be going back to Malaysia etc etc, and that my parents would come over to visit me instead. The good news is that my parents agreed, and they even told me the bookings they made and when they're coming over.

Bad news is, I changed my mind at the last minute. I *suddenly* had the biggest urge to go back during early January, come back here mid February. In other words, I was asking my parents to NOT come over, after all the hassle I put them through. I felt so bad.

Then, after a phone call just minutes ago, they agreed to let me come back and not come over. They had wished to come here OR that I could stay longer to celebrate their 50th birthdays! Now I feel super duper BAD.

Yes, that's me, the prodigal daughter. Only thinking about myself when my parents considered everything but themselves.

HOWEVER, I'm staying put with this decision. I've decided that I'll be the bestest ever daughter back home (that means helping out at the shop whenever I can, not arguing with them whatsoever), and celebrating an early birthday thing for them. Is that fair enough for them, I wonder?