I grew up from a family of expats. Two generations now. I know how they feel when they're away working for their families. And I also know how it feels to be at the other end, to be left countless times all for love. I know what they exactly mean when they say "I miss you" and I think they are the most believable people in saying those three words. If there's one thing I've learned that I want to share to others experiencing the same kind of set-up, it is this: Time is fleeting and before you know it, you are growing gray hairs while your children are becoming parents themselves and your parents are close to forgetting even their names. You've got to seize each and every opportunity to share moments with them, no matter how trivial it may seem, however which way you can do it. You just got to take that vacant space in their hearts, that space that is meant to be filled with memories of just you and them, not their friends, not thei...