SEEING A person off on a journey into the vast unknown is one of the more popular metaphors lent to parents bidding goodbye to their adult children. Part of you is so happy for them, being a front-seat witness to the first of their many milestones. And yet you know that on many levels there is no turning back, as there are certain thresholds that, once crossed, can’t be uncrossed, can’t be undone.
Given his communication and learning skills, it had taken Bunso an inordinate time to find a job in Migrantland. Each IQ test had given him so much encouragement, each interview had given him so much hope, and each hiring officer had practically promised him that the job was his for the taking. Why, then was this his umpteenth job interview, and the latest in an endless stream of heartbreaking you have great qualifications, but just not a good fit for the position we’re offering right now? It just seemed that they never ran out of ways to make you feel good and at the same time shut the proverbial door in your unbelieving face.
Which was why, after a month of not hearing from Bunso, we were very happy to hear that he had already started work after a short training period. Just when he thought he had had enough of sincere-sounding but indecisive and non-committal employers, one supermarket chain finally cut him a break and told him to report for work the next day.
It was of course nothing fancy, minimum wage, work the graveyard shift that nobody wanted, fill the shelves and man the checkout counters at all hours of the day, don’t even think about choosing your hours. For Bunso, just having a job was seventh heaven, and a passport to the life of being able to start saving for things meant a lot to him.
And the icing on the cake ? Bunso remembered to treat us to dinner, which was a first for both me and him, meaning him treating me and me, well, being treated. Free food certainly tastes better than usual, and even more when it’s from someone you’ve loved all your life.
From you taking care of the baby to the baby now taking care of you, Bunso has certainly come full circle, sniff-sniff! 🙂
From Tita H and me, thanks so much and love you always Bunso!