and I thought of my friend who is planning to quit her job. She has worked there for more than a decade and she's no deadwood.
The company is transferring her to work in the headquarters.
Her excuse for not wanting to be transferred was that she has to take care of her aged mother and sister, who is undergoing dialysis treatment.
I asked two of my friends who left their families at a young age to work in a foreign land.
"Do people like you look down on people like us?" I asked Ally (note: not her real name).
I, too, was reluctant to leave home and my parents when they were around.
Ally's reply: "Of course I don't look down on you all."
"I love my parents too but no matter how far apart we are, we will always keep in touch. I call them constantly, asking them things like whether they've eaten or not. They know the love is there although I'm not there by their side," Ally said.
Another friend --- let's call her Mei Mei --- said: "Some of my colleagues also said they don't want to be transferred anywhere as their parents are old. But all parents are old. They can't be younger than us.
"Your friend should get out of the comfort zone so that she can become who she is destined to be," Mei Mei said.
Love is better than hate, like Annie wrote, but I wonder about filial piety and love at times. Love dazzles and uplifts but love also confines, stifles, confuses some of us some of the time.
Should parents encourage their children to leave home when they're all grown up and capable of taking care of themselves?