Another moment to just ponder at myself: can I be better in loving my family?
Have you ever think that it is such a nuisance if your parents call you all the time? Say, once a day? Yes… I thought of that sometimes… I was like ‘Mom, I’m fine here… No need to call me like every 24 hours… Ok?”
Then something struck me… I am adopted, and does being adopted means that I have a better position than, say the grandchildren of my parents? Well, according to my brothers, it’s a yes.
Being adopted just doesn’t give you the permission to be disloyal towards one’s parents. I am grateful that I was adopted. Even if my parents are both 70-years-old and pensioners, I have a better life when compared with my other 10 siblings. I am lucky that I know my real parents because my adopted parents want to. One younger sister of mine who is under the care of other people is not that lucky.
See, 70-years-old is an age when you just need you children’s love. I realise that. My brothers are married, and of course, the birds need to leave the nest. I was left alone with them. They love and care for me like I was of their own blood. Later, I was the next to go by continuing my education. Parents were left on their own. We now meet only twice a year – a mere three months. That’s pretty short.
While, I admit some kind of freedom was achieve, but I still feel different. No sights of mom and dad who love us, who take care of us, who cook for us [don’t tell me your mom, or dad, never feed you with their hands… and being 20-years-old is not the sign that we should stop it… Muahaha]. I only listen to their voice through the phone. The same questions all the time, but one day without that call, it starts to get weird.
So, to children out there, always treat your parents fairly, even if you’re adopted or if you’re of their blood. A forgotten pea just doesn’t grow well.