To Cut A Very Long Story Short

I love my parents. I think its great coming home to them. I enjoy seeing them. I enjoy being in their presence. I enjoy learning and sharing with them. Words are less than sufficient to express the Love and Joy I find in and from them, though with words I will try.


Dad. Firm. Cheerful. Passionate. Liberal. Creative. Practical. Devoted.

Mum. Self-sacrificing. Independent. Intelligent. Loving. Zealous. Beautiful. Emotional.


Back in 2001 I made a conscious decision to get to know my parents. Not just know them, but to really know them. To understand their passions, their fears, their dreams, their vision of life, past and present, to know them not as my parents, but as individuals. In the pie of relationships I knew I served in life, at that point in time, I’d chosen to devote my energies to my parents.

Subconsciously, this decision brought me to undertake a journey to Shanghai (where my Dad spent his childhood), and Hong Kong (where my Mum spent her childhood) in 2002. Living and immersing myself in the places and amongst the people my parents called ‘home’, I came to understand the cultural and historical influences that shaped their lives, and subsequently mine.

Me. Alluring. Lovely. Vivacious. Intelligent. Naughty. Alive.

(Description generously provided by Sam, 2003)


There is much much more to what is said. One day. I'll write more about it.

For now, I just want to say how blessed and thankful I am for the relationship I have with my parents today. Perseverance, patience and gentleness are great keys to own.