Watching her running out of the house, I wanted to go after her but thought about my sister. Instead, I walked back into the dining room and begged my dad to go after her. Instead, I walked back into the dining room and begged my dad to go after her.
“Because you haven’t thought about us. Have you thought about how we felt when you made all your life decisions? You don’t even consider what we have to say, so of course, it’s hard for us to tell you anything.”
“Yeah. When I was about grade 4, I remember skipping school one day. It was right after their divorce. My mom was curious when the school called. I didn’t have a cellphone then, but she guessed where I could have gone and called my dad.”
“His mother told the reporter she heard his son’s voice turning weak and finally became inaudible. “I kept calling his name, but there was no sound on the other end,” she said.”
“Although we had just celebrated the Tomb Sweeping Day in Taiwan, the idea of how different people in the east and west remember the deceased is still rolling in my head.”
“Thank you for sharing your story with me. I feel very privileged. For me, you are still the same you since we first met, but listening to your experience has helped me understand you and why you think the way you do.”
“Actually, she’s told me numerous times on the phone that she doesn’t want me to end up like her, wasting her youth away… but I’d rather be cheap to myself and let her have the best of everything, or else I feel guilty.”
“I’ve never told anyone about this other than my mom. Well, she found out by herself… but maybe I can trust you?” I can’t imagine the pain. The truth is we don’t know nearly as much as we think we do. Open the dialogue.
“No, she has to go to her father’s house. Her father and mother don’t live together. Her father lives with his girlfriend.” *still the same cheerful mood as if she was talking about her favourite cartoon*