If Only
I reach home at eight and my parents are watching TV.
"Have you eaten?" Pa asks, no scolding, no questions. Ma doesn't turn.
"Nope." I walk to the back, feeling guilty that I wasn't back in time for dinner with them, wishing that I had taken the train instead of waiting for my friend whose lecture ended late.
I stop. Three out of the four dishes in the kitchen are my favourites. Mum knew I was coming home today and made the effort. An effort that I should have at least matched.
I wish I had the guts to walk to the hall and tell them that I love them.
"Have you eaten?" Pa asks, no scolding, no questions. Ma doesn't turn.
"Nope." I walk to the back, feeling guilty that I wasn't back in time for dinner with them, wishing that I had taken the train instead of waiting for my friend whose lecture ended late.
I stop. Three out of the four dishes in the kitchen are my favourites. Mum knew I was coming home today and made the effort. An effort that I should have at least matched.
I wish I had the guts to walk to the hall and tell them that I love them.
posted by eve at 8:51 PM
5 Comments:
Maybe you could start out doing little steps, like telling her thanks and that you really appreciate it?
Small, little things like that do have some effect too :)
i've been in the same situation.
isnt it ironic that most chinese households dont practice the tradition of hugging and saying 'i love you's' to family members?
anyway, i managed to don away my fear and gave my parents a hug the other day. =)
have courage, EV...
your writing style here feels like mine! hehe... anyway, they know, or they wouldn't have bothered. =P
Though yes, they would have liked to hear it of course.
aiyo. then hug your parents more from now on. my family's never been big on displays of affection, but i've taken to giving my mother a hug once in a while, squeezing my father's shoulders sometimes...and it's amazing.
small steps, evie.
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