Coming Back Home

Six days and five nights, out in the wild. Out there in a place where mozzies, sandflies and things I don't know the name of bite. Out there in a place where everyone gets so tired, they can't be bothered to maintain their false fronts. Out there in a place where you experience heat rash for the first time.

It is a chargeable offence to disclose information about the military, so I will stop at the non-details.

Some time into our outfield training, we were given letters that our parents and loved ones have written. They contained words of encouragement, others had something more. One thing for sure was that they made everyone cry.

Of course, not everyone's parents wrote. My parents were one of them, not because they don't love me, but because they don't see the need and neither do I.

送信者 My Silent Kao Pei

My relationship with my parents is very special. We love each other, but we never say it out. They were rarely at home, always out there busy making ends meet (back then when gambling was our business, life was much more relaxed). The only times I'd see my parents are in the morning, when I decide to eat at the place my mom works at, or at night when dad comes home late.

Nevertheless, I try to spend as much time as possible with my parents whenever they are free. When they need something done, I'd try my best to do it for them, never to disappoint. Their expectations of me were simple too - So long as I'm happy, it's fine.

I think that it is through these little actions that a lot about our parent-child love is expressed. Things like my dad enjoying a few pints of ice cold tiger at night when I return home. Or when my mother decides to stay up late just so that she can help me was the mud off all my clothes and bags even when I've insisted on doing it myself.

I suppose they're never going to read this post, but I'm going to say it anyways. Thanks Mom and Dad! I LOVE YOU!

Haha I'm gonna go puke now. Ciao!