Friday, 2 July 2004 in General, Memories

I haven’t written for the longest time. I think my journal should be kept private after all. Now living in Hong Kong, I get to be a new person. I am growing at a rate I can barely sustain, and am seeing an interpersonal relationship in a way I’ve never been before.

Tonight was the first night I couldn’t sleep, not because of any homework or any test in the coming week, but because of the flesh and blood of reality. You see, tonight I’ve lost an aunt. Not that she’s dead, but because she’s alive. I’ve never known to see anyone who’s so selfish, to a point where she seriously believes that the entire universe evolves around her precious life.

When my dad needed a rest from taking care of my mom in the States this past March, he approached my grandmother and my mom’s sisters in Hong Kong for help. Though they ultimately agreed, my dad did not leave Hong Kong leave without hearing any bad remarks from my mom’s side of the family. My mom’s side of the family has since then kept a tap for all medical costs for my mom. When we arrived in June to visit Mom, we were also greeted with a medical bill of HK$47,000. Upon closer inspection, we noticed that the aunt has put down a salary remuneration of HK$11,000.

While my dad had to pay this unfair tap, it was his personality to kept his feelings inside. Myself, however, was never that well behaved. Therefore, I called that aunt trying to understand her side of the story, which turned out to be quite simple. She thinks my dad is trying to steal my mom’s money, and she was not happy that my dad decided to dump Mom into her life. She said that the salary remuneration was fair and square because she has spent so much time taking care of her own sister. When I told her that my dad had been taking care of my mom for a year and a half without any complaints, she said, “That’s your business.”

The story goes much deeper, but ultimately, it’s clear that my mother is worth HK$11,000. It’s funny, because as my mom’s own sister is getting money, my dad’s sister (my aunt Cannie) has spent much more than that on taking care of my mom, when she has absolutely no responsibility to do so. It’s clear that the family speaks with the word love, when my mom’s family speaks with the dollar sign.

It’s ok. I’m very grateful that God has shown me such a clear answer on this topic. I might’ve lost an aunt, but I’ve gained a true lesson on life. I’m not angry at all, because I don’t think this kind of person deserves that kind of attention. I’m not in any way hate or feel jealous of her, because I really think that I’m better than that. I’m younger than she is, and have better qualification than her in skills and personality. If she really speak with the dollar sign, I’m sure she’ll be loving me in a few years.

While speaking to her on the phone, it’s clear that she looks down upon our family, and to be honest, I’m not too keen on her side of the family either. So until then, I’ll just continue on my quest to find a company who will love and hire me.