A gap develops between you and your parents. You call them every day when you first get there. You are in a strange place where you have to do everything on your own. You miss hearing your mom’s voice and hearing the whistle of the pressure cooker. You long for the familiar.
Then you get comfortable. You have classes, homework, and internships, which keep you busy. You soon realize that everyone is competing and that if you don’t run, you’ll be left behind. Everyone always compares your work to that of everyone else.
Les calls go down. The different time zones also don’t help.
Now it’s time to after graduate.
You’re only thinking about getting a job. All your friends talk about is what other people have done. about how someone they know somewhere has everything figured out.
The calls now happen every week. You call to let them know that you’re fine and have eaten. You don’t know what’s going on in their lives. You don’t know that your sister is nervous about her tests or that your mom misses you every night.
You’ve done it at last. You’ve got a job. You call your parents right away to tell them. They are proud and happy. But you miss the way their voice seemed to beg you to come back. You decide not to go.
You are now living in this country. Two years ago, you didn’t know much about that country, and it scared you. Now, you long to live there. Now, it’s the country whose culture you like and whose flaws you don’t mind.
But your parents weren’t with you on this trip. They still live in the place where you used to. They don’t know how things work in this world. Some things are even too much for them.
You find it hard to find a good balance. You find it hard to be both who they think you are and who you want to be.
You only see them every few years. Every time you see them, they look a little bit older and a little bit softer.
Every time you talk to them, you can feel how far away they are.
How far you’ve come from who you used to be to who you are now.