It leaves my body cold every time I discuss this aspect of my childhood. What actually inspired me to write a story as a rite passage of letting go, sure most people -- especially my mom to this day, would argue with me about overreacting to what had happened that day. But I think it comes to the point of, parents do not realizing the decisions they make could hurt us. That day, my parents have made a decision of making a life-changing decision, they traded their old ways, home, and possibly, "luxury, jobs, opportunities, America"
A lot parents do not realized how badly affected their decision can scar or damage their kids, although for good. They value money more than anything that I've ever imagine. They constantly work like dogs, and currently bragging how much we spent. Never they value their family in their own way. I realized that when I lived with my parents after 12 years of separation. The person I had in mind when writing about this piece was my mother and I, 6 years ago. The piece started from what I remember from my childhood when she left and my reaction when she finally decided to come back to my life.
Hard as it is for us both, I had my own personality and was already established as an individual but much to her dismay, her young "baby" - as she would say - would still her baby. I really do not wanted to be treated as a 2 year old when I was, at that time, 13. Reflecting from it now, it was really a powerful thing and affected our relationship greatly. Of course, as denying as my mom is -- even from "doing the right thing" -- she won't accept it. No journal, no nothing, just a pure memory written straightly from my memories to MS Doc.
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