I attended Chinese Independent High School for three years before moving to the United States. I would learn Chinese culture, poem, and history in my Chinese class. The traditional language is complicated to understand except this poem - my love on Lotus stuck with me.
My parent was working hard abroad. I grew up with my grandparent (my mother side) from the age of 12 months to 6 years old and from 7 to 15 years old with my grandma from my dad side. I was happy with my grandparents and learned so much through my eyes even though they only know how to sign their full name on my report cards.
The only childhood memories I had with my parent was rare that I could count on my five fingers. Not 5000, 500, 50 moments, it was 5. Some relatives would think our siblings, and I would turn into some gangsters, poor kids making bad grades at school, doing drugs, running around the street instead of taking piano lessons, computer lessons, calligraphy, etc.
Many times, I would watch far away from how the parent reacted to my classmates or my friends or my cousins, and what exactly love and family gathering if I had my parent around. I was kind of wishing the same, having a parent gives me props when I needed, having a birthday party, having a private ride home instead of going to the public transportation waiting for 1 hour to catch the next bus, etc.
Instead, I find my way to receive love, to imagine my role model, to learn, and to define myself in this unique circumstance.
Lotus flowers in Chinese represents the creative, resilient, and purity power in a dark environment. My Love on Lotus, this poem resonates with me deeply. In respect that is growing up in the muddy pond, it does not contaminate, and it does not seem seductive even being washing off in clear water for years, it keeps the flower petals clean, alive, and healthy.
In the end, I turn out just fine.