Our parents think they are protecting us from the big, bad wolf that life is
Bangladeshi parents are the best kind of parents; they love us a lot and they also thoroughly spoil us. As a result, even when we are in our 20s or 30s, we rarely know how to do things.
Because our parents love us, they think they are protecting us from the big, bad wolf that life is by doing everything for us.
When we are young, our demands are stuck within "Ammu where is my T-shirt (the one not worn in the last six months)?", "Ammu I am hungry, give me delicious food (too lazy and unskilled to make a sandwich)!", and so on.
We grow up but age career and degree wise.
We never fully become adults because even when we are older, our parents still do everything for us.
However, parents are supremely efficient, which is why we cannot resist asking for their help.
When my National Identity (NID) Card needed to be changed, I thought it would be a simple job.
I would walk right into the building and a smiling receptionist would take my card, fix it and I would prance out of the building.
In reality, I had to go there at least five times before the security guard told me to scram because I was trying to put up a fight with him.
The next day, my mother went with me and I got my new NID within a week. That same guard called her "aunty" and gave her a chair to sit on.
One of my cousins had to join a new office and both of her parents insisted that they accompany her on her first day to work. She is 32 years old. And they did go with her. They even asked her boss to treat her nicely. Everyone thought it was cute.
Adulting is a difficult thing and we can never wrap our head around it.
What is TIN (Tax Identification Number) and what is its purpose? Why do I need to pay a huge amount of money to the government because I have a car? And lastly, why do I get back aches and acid reflux even when I lie in bed all day and eat nothing?
To each of these problems, I know I can count on my parents. They will help me sort out my tax papers and magically cure my back pain. They might even gift me chocolates later, or pay my rent.