missing home, missing them. 3
(long post ahead)
my grandparents who i call ‘gong’ and ‘po’.
they took care of me ever since i was born. i remember po would cook super good food for me everyday, from kindergarten to primary school. And when I have to stay back for extracurricular activity during primary school, gong would ride his bike to my school just to give me my favourite chicken rice.
There were times where I was rude to them, times when I didn’t listen to what they say, times where I didn’t appreciate them. Then one day it hit me. I realized as I’m growing up, they’re growing older each day.
That’s when it broke me, tears and regrets came. I didn’t wanna live my life with more regrets, so I started appreciating them. But when I had to go further my studies in another country, I thought to myself, “would i regret this?” “would they be okay?”
“can they wait for me till i come home?”, it all came running to my head, just a few weeks before i had to go. i started appreciating my time with them even more. they were sad, grandpa was heartbroken, grandma couldn’t stop crying. i didn’t want to leave, and after coming to america, i realized how much i miss my family, how much they have done for me, and how i took them for granted.
i’m so blessed, that my grandparents took care of me, live with me, watch me grow, and that i get to learn another language, just so i can communicate with them. i’m doing my best, to get through my studies so i can go home, and be with them again. <3
nothing, nothing at all, is more important than family. all of us, including myself, we’re so caught up with our busy lives that we don’t see what’s right in front of us.
it’s sad but true, the people we love, they’re not going to be here forever. cherish your family & your friends, let them know that you’re grateful for them. ❤️
thankyou for reading x