Going home...

Finally...after 2 weeks of holiday, I'm going back to Penang. The last time I went back was during semester break, for a few days...better then none, right? Of course, my parents aren't - "delighted", to put it mildly (their exact words are not suitable for adults below 80, so I'm not gonna quote them here). While everyone else goes back for 3 weeks, I'll be back for 3 days, 8 weeks break - 7 days, and so on and so forth...
Well, it's not entirely my fault you know...so much to do and yet so little time...
Some says that not going back home means not being a filial son.
Compare the following scenario:

Would you prefer
A) A son who came back to visit you ocassionally but attends to your every need, or
B) A son who stays with you every day but ask money from you and treats your home like a hotel, leaving early in the day and coming back late at night

Sometimes, it's so sad to see people passing judgement based on such limited observation and narrow perspective...if only humans are as predictable as they think...
Ironically, those under category B are the ones who like to lecture others on filial piety...I guess it's true that one cannot see one's fault, one cannot take that one's at fault...
As for me, I'll continue to be who I am regardless of what people think. I can't please everyone, so I'll just please one - me...As for my parents, I guess they understand...they just love nagging!!