Bond

July 13, 2010

Just now, this woman brought her boy into the house. She dresses like any married middle-aged woman. (Yes I have this mindset that married women always sacrifices all her youth to the family, they do, generally.) She talked very loudly, I could hear her when she was at level 1 and my aunt’s place is at level 6. She instructed the boy to put his whole heart into learning, again in mandarin at the loudest volume. I tsked to myself. (Haha! I really did) Before she left the house and put her son into the hands of my auntie (damn dramatic), she instructed her son to drink more water and wiped his sweat. My tear filled my eyes, it reminds me of my mother.

How much effort the parents put into their child? Unmeasurable.

I miss Macau.