I always believe that yearnings could be terrible things for life and that they often result in regrets and pains. Hence I learn to suppress and hide my yearnings and pretend that I have kept them under control. To be totally honest, lately there is one yearning that I could not really handle well. I desperately crave for a grandchild but unfortunately my son has kept me waiting still for four consecutive years. To my friends I often say it boldly with a pleasant tone that the third generation of my own line of blood may never come forth but as a modern man I do not really mind. Everyone could tell I was a terrible liar. That yearning keeps snowballing.

Recently I was overwhelmed by a lovely photo of my brother cheerfully holding his two grandsons, one in each arm, with the kids wearing big smiles.

The sheer joy of kindred made me suddenly reconcile with my own situation. If it is God’s will that I do not have any grandchildren so be it.  Anyway, under the “big” Choi family, thankfully a third generation has been born. Secretly, however, I am still confident that my son will not let me down. Do you want to bet?