It was a rare event. Three free hours with no Hubby, no kids. I could have headed home and done some laundry, paid those bills read some blogs. I decided to take a walk on the wild side and actually do something for me. Off to my little nail salon for a wee bit of pampering. With the help of my fancy hands free blue tooth I managed to secure myself the very last nail appointment of the day. This might be the best idea I have had in a long time. Was going to get myself some of these.
I arrived just in time to say goodbye to the assistant nail tech and have a quick chat with the second last customer of the day. I’m all kinds of friendly like that. It wasn’t long before I was enjoying the familiar gossipy talk Hyde always offers up when I mange to squeeze in a visit. He filed, and laughed and chatted. I tried to be witty and keep up.
Suddenly the atmosphere in the tiny nail salon changed. I could feel it, I could see it on Hyde’s face, but to be honest I didn’t know what the hell was going on. A tiny little girl walked up to where we were seated.
Hyde, you have been served.
Yeah this little trip to the nail salon. Not so much fun for me anymore. Even less fun for Hyde.
He needed me to help him decipher the paperwork. English is not his first language. He is being sued for full custody of his 2 week old son. Gut punch.
Now I am usually all about the Mamas, but Hyde is in a tough place.
He is a first generation immigrant from Vietnam. He is looking after his elderly parents who are not well, and speak no English. They live with him. This is expected in his culture. It is his honor and his duty. His parents have told him if he try’s to bring this girlfriend OR his son home, they will not “be recognized”. Then …Hyde will be disowned.
Hyde told me if he let’s his son go “he will never in his life be happy”. Yet, if try’s to remain involved in his sons life, he will lose both parents, bring disgrace to his family and “never in his life be happy”.
You know what is not a lot of fun? Having a man paint your nails with tears in his eyes.
You know what is less fun? Being that man and being forced to pick between your culture, your parents……..or your newborn son.
I’m a free thinking, independent, self centered? Canadian girl. I know what I would do. Easy for me. My heart belongs to my children, not my culture. My parents would lose in this game of school yard pick. I don’t know what our friend Hyde is going to do. I think it’s harder for him.
What would you do?