Work Abroad

Almost everyone dreams of moving abroad to work and earn a lot of money. But, not for me! I grew up with my grandparents. My mother has to work in Hong Kong when I was just 10 years old. It was my father’s death, due to a heart disease, that made her decide to do so. I know it was so hard for her, and yet there are no other alternatives but to go across the sea. She has to support us financially, for her to sustain what we need, and lead us to a better life.

Yes, we had what we want. We bought what we need. But then, we feel empty. Empty of love…

No one is to be blame; our mother is too good and had sacrificed a lot. She went back and forth to Hong Kong until my brother and I had finished our studies and both had work on our own. I remember then, I never get used to it. I hate it; I really hate it when she has to go back abroad! I always wanted her to stay. Stay for us, and be with us. But then, it couldn’t be. She still has to go or else we’ll never get to pay our tuition fees. Although, my brother and I had scholarships on the universities we’re in, it is not yet sufficient for us to make her stay. MONEY!!! You’re to be blamed.

Longing for care… When we got sick, when we had problems, it is our instinct to seek for love. It is when we need her most, her “tender loving care.” But what can we do, do we have options?!

Now that I am working for us, that I am earning money for our living. Should I go abroad? A question that always lingers on my mind, or should I say irritates me a lot! It feels bad, because I really don’t know. Would MONEY be an enough reason for me to go abroad, and leave my loved ones behind? Would it make me happy?

Should I, or should I not?