Love and filial piety crosses oceans with waves of memories

I still remember the way grandma said goodbye to me when I packed my bags and got ready to return to London after spending a summer at home in Sichuan province.

"Work hard, do well, and don't miss home," she told me at the front door, trying hard to hold back her own tears.

Then, she walked back into the house before I even got into dad's car. I saw grandma's frail and lonely figure slowly disappearing from sight. A sudden feeling of guilt overwhelmed me, I longed to call out to grandma, to see her one more time, but in that moment, I found myself helplessly silent.