For many of you 31st Aug 1992 is just another day in the last century. Not for me, it was my first day in hostel. Yes it that long time ago. Those who are mathematically challenged it’s more than 23 and half years.
It must have been too much for any 9 year old. (Yes, yours truly was only 9 years old when I went to hostel). There was precedent already set with my elder sister and brother both going to hostel at a very young age before me. So I was mentally ready. But what about my parents? Were they ready? If they have sent two of their kids to hostel they must be ready to send the youngest one too. I digress.
Let me explain. Assume you have 3 fruits (or any item you love to eat. It doesn’t matter).
Scenario 1 -> If you to give one of the fruit (or the item of your choice) to some one else. You may be reluctant but you may share.
Scenario 2 -> What if someone extort two of the fruits(again assume the item) from you. You will be heart broken but have to part with 2 of the items. Because you are still left one of the fruits(just assume your favorite item, don’t make me repeat)
Scenario 3 -> But if you have to give up all three of fruits because they will become better fruits in foreseeable future. Will be ready to give away all the fruits (still? Even after missing last one). Remember these are your favourite and you would like to keep at least one of them with you.
Now replace fruits with your own kids and think of the scenario 3. Yeah the same feeling. For any parent having an empty house is the last thing they will want. And mine had the same for last 23 and half years. An empty house..
For those who are thinking why am I writing this, is because I am leaving my wife and 7days baby (yeah 1week old) with my parents and going back to Hong Kong. This really breaks my heart and I can’t do anything. Now that I know what is the pain of being separated from your kid, I can only assume how much pain my parents have felt.
BTW it’s a girl.