A Difficult Goodbye
On the 6th May I said goodbye to my family at the Hong Kong airport.
We prayed together and tears were rolling down my cheeks. I wasn’t prepared for this.
I’ve lost count of the times I’ve set foot in this airport. The older I get the more difficult it is to leave my aging parents, especially without knowing when we will meet again.
Time does fly when you’re having fun. I wouldn’t say that my 3-month stay in Hong Kong was problem-free, but overall speaking it was a very fruitful journey for strengthening my marital relationship, the relationships between my husband and my family, and our relationships with God. What touched my heart most was how we were warmly welcomed and highly valued by my family.
The night before our departure, we were having dinner at home. Nico jokingly mentioned an authentic dessert that he enjoyed very much. My sister suddenly suggested, “Why don’t we go and enjoy that now?” We first laughed about the idea because it was too spontaneous and my mum usually went to bed early. But then, we decided to go anyway. We even took a taxi to get there so we wouldn’t end up going home too late for my mum’s sake. Eventually we had a wonderful evening together. This kind of small act is incredibly sweet and memorable which makes us feel important.
At the same time, leaving my family behind sometimes makes me feel guilty. We, who are brought up in a Chinese society and culture, regard filial piety as a high-priority virtue of respect for one’s parents, and elders. When I first decided to leave Hong Kong for good, I wrestled with my conscience for a while. Thankfully, my siblings can share the burden of caring for my parents. Therefore, notwithstanding the struggle, I could convince myself that I left for a good cause. Despite all the sadness from departing my family, I am happy with my choice.
Thank you to everyone for reading and commenting, and in a way for sharing my journey.
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