Holding Hands

Before I met Ernest and Nicole, I had never observed couples other than my own parents.

Dad was a traditional Chinese man. In my memory, he never declared that he loved Mum.

He never gave Mum a kiss on her cheek.

He never hugged Mum tightly in his arms.

He never held Mum's shoulder for one minute except when he was urged to by his children during a photograph shooting.

I understand that Orientals are not as physically expressive as Westerners.

But I still wished that Dad had ever held Mum's hand,

Because that is one of the most affectionate ways God unites one human being with another.