Time just seems to whiz past you, never giving the chance to look back, and not even holding on to something for more than little while. Thus, convo came and it went without much hype, at least for me it did. My folks only left for home on Sunday afternoon after 2 weeks of holiday cum official visits. Dad met some of his old friends, not to mention official contacts too; alas, he couldn't meet an old acquaintance, the opposition leader because he was in the neighbouring country. If he had got an appointment I would have not missed out on the opportunity.
Convo was a great day for my parents without a doubt. The gleam and sparkle in their eyes was hard not to notice, and rightly so they deserved it. In an economic sense, I had delivered upon my word to strive for excellence; therefore, return on investment is positive. But sadly, I noticed so many others in my faculty had graduated with a normal degree. I say, c'mon!!! In my department there were only about 6 people above 3.5, and around 20-30 who were above 3 cgpa from a total of 120 odd students. Looking at the souvenir something didn't feel right, but I couldn't put a finger on it. Even though, I had no reason to jump for joy doing it for my parents was worth it.
Two weeks included taking my folks to see the sights and sounds of KL. Mum, it being her first visit to M'sia went on to ask me a million questions. She was surprised people are eating out a lot, and wanted to know why women don't cook? I'll narrate two incidents that made her come to this conclusion. We were invited on two separate occasions for dinner and each time mum thanked the lady of the house by saying "Thank you so much for preparing dinner, you must have gone through a lot of trouble." What she said is a common courtesy in the motherland practiced by almost all the women and men too. After mum had finished saying it, the reply was "It's not a big thing, we just bought food from the shop"; it happened twice. I also know that its not fair to generalise saying all women don't cook, because a certain minority are an exception to the norm. I think she felt a bit insulted by it, but never showed it, which was the right thing to do. Even if the food had been bought from outside, I was thinking why it had to be mentioned in the first place!!
A day before they departed, we had the most important talk of all. What I had in mind for the future?? We have family meetings, or 'shura' as we call it, when we have to discuss important issues. During that session we talked about issues related mostly to me and my future, and of course, my views were considered. After a while, we came to a consensus, that I should return home. I didn't object because since lately I've been wanting to return home as well. I have a feeling my folks need me there, and if not now, when?? I felt it when leaving my parents at the airport. As I embraced my dad for the third time, I felt him holding on for a few seconds more, and it was longer with mum.
It's time to return home........
Convo was a great day for my parents without a doubt. The gleam and sparkle in their eyes was hard not to notice, and rightly so they deserved it. In an economic sense, I had delivered upon my word to strive for excellence; therefore, return on investment is positive. But sadly, I noticed so many others in my faculty had graduated with a normal degree. I say, c'mon!!! In my department there were only about 6 people above 3.5, and around 20-30 who were above 3 cgpa from a total of 120 odd students. Looking at the souvenir something didn't feel right, but I couldn't put a finger on it. Even though, I had no reason to jump for joy doing it for my parents was worth it.
Two weeks included taking my folks to see the sights and sounds of KL. Mum, it being her first visit to M'sia went on to ask me a million questions. She was surprised people are eating out a lot, and wanted to know why women don't cook? I'll narrate two incidents that made her come to this conclusion. We were invited on two separate occasions for dinner and each time mum thanked the lady of the house by saying "Thank you so much for preparing dinner, you must have gone through a lot of trouble." What she said is a common courtesy in the motherland practiced by almost all the women and men too. After mum had finished saying it, the reply was "It's not a big thing, we just bought food from the shop"; it happened twice. I also know that its not fair to generalise saying all women don't cook, because a certain minority are an exception to the norm. I think she felt a bit insulted by it, but never showed it, which was the right thing to do. Even if the food had been bought from outside, I was thinking why it had to be mentioned in the first place!!
A day before they departed, we had the most important talk of all. What I had in mind for the future?? We have family meetings, or 'shura' as we call it, when we have to discuss important issues. During that session we talked about issues related mostly to me and my future, and of course, my views were considered. After a while, we came to a consensus, that I should return home. I didn't object because since lately I've been wanting to return home as well. I have a feeling my folks need me there, and if not now, when?? I felt it when leaving my parents at the airport. As I embraced my dad for the third time, I felt him holding on for a few seconds more, and it was longer with mum.
It's time to return home........
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we must hang out before u leave!
-Miss Psychic
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