Born in Australia, as an innocent child I always thought that I was just like the other children in my grade. Sure, perhaps some of the things I was use to were different. People brushed their teeth after breakfast? They didn’t take off their shoes before entering the house? Those things I simply brushed off. But as I grew older, I experienced more ‘injustice’ per se.
For example, my parents wouldn’t let me leave the house for sleepovers unlike when all the other kids in my grade. I felt as though I was being suppressed from having fun. I would cry and yell at my parents, but they refused to let me go. Or when my friends were allowed to sleep in in the mornings, whilst my parents sat by my side, making sure I practised one hour of piano before I went to school. Why couldn’t I sleep for longer? Why did I have to play this instrument, that wouldn’t help me at all in my life? Sure, as a young child I couldn’t understand.
But as I’ve grown and matured, I’ve come to appreciate the actions of my parents so much more. They have selflessly guided me, to help me achieve everything that they didn’t have the opportunity to do.
Those sleepovers I wasn’t allowed to attend? Because in China, it was common to hear about children who got raped. The piano I played? Because during Mao’s Cultural Revolution, they weren’t given the opportunity to learn. They were letting me use them as a stepping stone, to lead me towards achieving. And although I may have been ungrateful as a child, I can now say thank you, to my mum and dad for leading me to where I am today.