As soon as we landed, my mother scurried to the exit and her eyes swifts through the crowd looking for my father.
“There there there!”
My mother exclaimed with excitement.
“Go run to him”
So I did. I ran to the middle aged male with his arms stretched out, welcoming me with a ginormous smile on his face. That might be the happiest day of his life, for I have never seen him happier.
“Do you still remember me? I bet you already forgot about me! Hahaha”
The man spoke to me in Chinese with the same accent I spoke in.
“No I remember.”
I answered with a huge smile on my face. To be honest, I don’t know if I can even recall my father’s face without referencing to photos of him, and I didn’t even know who I should look for at the airport. The idea of a father figure was so strange to me, my emotions were much conflicted. To me, my father was mainly constructed from my mother’s words.
In the beginning, my favourite time of the day was when my father returned home from his work. He would often have a new riddle ready to entertain my mother and me.
“If you have three light bulbs in an isolated room with three light switches outside the room. How do you determine which switch controls which light bulb?”
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“Amanda! One nigh Joseph missed you so much, he took your picture that was from you room and put it in his room, and one night he even slept in your room while holding your pajamas”
“And Amanda, Andrea missed you so much she cried!”
I was speechless upon hearing those words. None of us realized how dependent we were of each other.
I was so accustomed to their presence that the silence in Waterloo occasionally frightens me, and that’s when I truly realize how much I miss their laughter and their voices.
I now visit home bi-weekly. Whenever I visit, my siblings would save three-meals-worth of things to share with me. Don’t get me wrong, I still think they are occasionally annoying and obnoxious. But at the same time, I also see their innocence, their purity, their happiness, and so much more. I guess people are right when they say distance brings forth beauty.
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