Damage Control

The space the husband left is not empty for long. My nephew came to fill in with his stay for two particular reasons. The 17-year-old needs to pick up some English lessons from me. And he needs to pick up some art lessons from the husband. I looked at his innocent face, which one can easily find the resemblance of me, and realized a degree of damages has been done to him. It was due to the parent’s separation as well as the over-protectiveness of the grandparents, the very same parents of me and my brother. It’s hard to figure our why the typical tough love they gave to us became completely softened on their grandson. Nobody’s to blame. Damage can be done with the best intention. Damage can also be turned into dirt that fertilizes the soil for growth. To what extend though? Certainly not in a couple of week’s time. I am feeling sad to realize the limits of my power.