I haven’t lived under the same roof as my parents since I was 22. But in the winter of 2021 I moved to Glasgow and, for the first time in my life, woke up each day to roughly seven seas and an ocean between us.
Back home in Sydney, like most Asian parents, Mum and Dad open most conversations with: “你食咗飯未呀?” Have you eaten? It doesn’t matter what time of day it is – or which meal, specifically. But since I moved to Scotland they’ve dropped the ice-breakers and started simply sending me screenshots of random Cantonese dishes.
