I always know that my father has a rather loose sense of rightness. I guess because of his background, he tends to believe it doesn't hurt anyone to tell a lie, default on debt or bribe the kid/government officials. I used to think that is very naughty and interesting. After all, this is not very traditional way a father sets examples for his children. And I feel cool, I have been lucky that I don't need to do those in my life to achieve something so far. Yet that gives me an alternative, an option to think out of the box in an evil way.
His intentions are good and trivial, such as to avoid paying the traffic law violation fine or stopped XiaoHo from crying (because XoxoHo wouldn't let YeeYee have his toy, my father intervened and promised XiaoHo a brand new toy). My dad was generous in giving money away to his relatives, perhaps he is expecting others should also do the same to him. Nevertheless, I was terrified by the thought that we are in debt but it doesn't bother my father at all.
On the contrary, my mother is always educating us (stress training for girls) to be fair and square. Especially money-related matters. She grew up poor, experienced cold treatment in her childhood. I remember she told us never to sit at someone's desk in the office. If something is missing, the person seemed at the desk would be the first suspect.
I am trying my best to be fair and squre, of course, the force from dark side makes me tipsy sometimes. Observing my father, I come to realise integrity is an ultimate survival skill, yet the easiest to carry out. Perhaps people from war time, the most twisted, ugly history of human beings would think otherwise.
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