Returning from Melbourne......

I attended my daughter's convocation in Melbourne recently. Being a proud mother of a double master's degree holder, I didn't mind going through the hassle of travelling eight hours (one way, not to mention another three and a half hours for check-in and airport transfer ) on a cheap flight just for the occasion.

I was happy to see her achievements. Nevertheless, it's not easy for me to accept the fact that she would not return with me to our homeland after her graduation. I couldn't help feeling a bit sad though I had known this earlier; requesting me to bring over some items for her was a dead giveaway (if she was returning home with us, that would be unnecessary).

Well, since I had encouraged my children to venture out pursuing their intellectual interests in any field and at anywhere under the sun they wish, I should also accept the fact that they might continue to catch their dreams, one after another without returning home ... .

I thought being a "modern" mum with "liberal" thinking, it's "perfectly fine" for me .... . But when I felt tears bursting out my eyes on my return flight home, I knew I was just like any mother on earth - couldn't help feeling painful that my child would be far far away from me for a lifetime....

I gazed out the plane window; dark clouds had blocked the sun. Oh.... where's my blue sky.....