My dad left my mom and my siblings in our hometown to look for work to sustain our family’s needs when my siblings started going to school. He went to far places and worked as a logger, as a miner and as a foreman to gardeners of the farms managed by chinese bosses. He would go home to our hometown once a year to visit my mom and my siblings. I was 8 years old when I joined him in the chinese farm where he worked until he retired. I will tell you a more detailed story about my childhood.
Anyway, he retired in 1991 and finally went home with my mom and built an ancestral home. He said that the ancestral home is for everyone in our family, that no matter where we live or work in the world, we have to always go back to our ancestral home and invite all our family members and celebrate with them.
My family and I have been in Australia for 21 years now and have been Australia citizens for 19 years. But we always go home to our motherland to visit both sides of our family and to fulfill my dad’s wish. True enough, the happiness felt is beyond description no matter how simple the meal is. My sons are always happy to keep in touch with their family back home in person and not only on social media.
These photos reminded of the Tagalog saying: “Ang taong hindi marunong lumingon sa kanyang pinanggalingan ay hindi makakarating sa kanyang pinaroroonan.” (The person who does not know how to look back at his origin will not get to where he is.)
So I encourage all of you, family, friends and readers of this blog, to always keep in touch with your family. The warmth of the love of family is indescribable.