It was Good Friday morning, I was in a taxi taking me from Hung Hom
to the airport. The driver in his sixties was quite courteous greeting me with
“good morning”. And as the ride was long, I started a conversation with him by
asking if I was his first passenger for the day. He replied pleasantly that I
was and that he had had breakfast with his wife before starting work.
We went on talking about children and schooling. He told me that he
had three daughters with two already at work and one still studying. He proudly
said that they were all in English as Medium of Instruction (EMI) schools and
that the two elder daughters were both professionals. The eldest, 30 was an
accountant and the other, 26, a physiotherapist. I commented that he must have
worked very hard to support the girls’ schooling. He didn’t! They were awarded
scholarships after scholarships!
Contented as he was, this father had one worry though – he didn’t
know if his two elder daughters had started any romantic relationships yet! He
reminisced that back then in his times, people in love would be talking on the
phone a lot and parents would know a relationship was developing. But now that there
is the smart phone, parents would not have any clue whether their grown up
children are already in a relationship! And what’s more, people don’t talk.
They just swipe!
That brought me back to the scene almost half a century ago when my
father received my first call from a boy and how he interrogated me for