My parents

As i walk along the road to school, it was shiny, everything looks the same as i left it on Friday, the only difference is how the sun looks at them. The shadows are long and purple.

This is it, the path to art and design, and i'm walking on it. I thought of my parents somehow, they used to say, 'It's alright even if you ended up as a factory worker or a hawker, different kinds of man power is needed in this society.' They love me dearly i know, and i believe they love me more than any other parents would love their child. The knowledge they gave me, rides inside me until now, this is how i feel they are different. I even feel weird when i still look through these eyes of mine like everyone else, but feel and touch this world in a distinctive way, in my parent's way.

My parents are not highly educated, they barely made it through primary school, however, the way they look at life is so complete and i can tell they are still learning. Sometimes they just have to stop and reconsider their decisions, to think and learn from a situation they have never imagined. I think this is something not everyone is capable of, most of the times people just stick onto what they believe in and never try to accept anything else. People tend to condemn things or situations, make things impossible or create sharp edges. To my parents, anything is possible and they are just capable to make every edges soft.

Now that i'm 400km away from them, their presence in my heart are clearer than ever and i would want to keep and protect them no matter where i go.