Today time stopped for a bit and made me realised that I’m growing older each day. And as time tickles by, i’m just like a lil girl who is losing grip of her prized balloon. Everyone is in fact moving forward like me , too. I know I’m not alone yet it’s also a reminder to me that people including my grandparents are growing older….
I don’t know if cultures make a difference here , I assumed that even if there’s a culture difference, being filial isn’t one of them. Grew up in a fairly tradition family, we don’t do hugs or kisses. I got caned several times by my grandpa when I was young. I get a slap if I store food in my cheeks like a chipmunk. I cannot slurp the noodles loudly. I must bite with my mouth closed. I cannot sit with my legs opened. I get no rewards for getting good results but punishments for poor performance.
I grew up to be a -fairly-fine person. No revengeful feelings towards my grandparents, instead I love them to bits.
I remember I will clench my fist really tight whenever my grandpa caned me. I don’t cry–which probably makes it more frustrating for my grandpa—and that doesn’t make him happy. He will whip harder. I would clench my fist even harder.
Thinking back about those times, i’m glad i was caned. I cannot tolerate people who slurps their noodles here in china, because that sounds freaking gross and is something that uneducated people would do. I’m glad….so glad I did not turn out that way.
My childhood wasn’t stained because of my grandparents. Everything –including those punishments– i’m glad they happened. They pieced up my life…
Maybe right now…. all I can do is to come up with a perfect plan to have them enjoy life….