There\u2019s always a little bit of emotional baggage when we talk about our parents. Contrary to external appearances, no family is 100% perfect. But after years of growing up, I learnt to recognize the little unspoken ways my parents showed me they cared: 1 \u2014 Tough love Growing up, I used to crave my parents\u2019 validation\u00a0 - mostly in the form of verbal encouragement.\u00a0 But my parents were Asian, so of course the \u2018encouragement\u2019 came in the form of criticism.\u00a0 Rather than saying, \u201cIt\u2019s okay, you didn\u2019t get 1st in class, you did your best\u201d they said \u201cYou didn\u2019t get 1st place because you didn\u2019t study hard enough!\u201d Classic asian parents. We are after all \u2018A\u2019sians, not \u2018B\u2019sians.\u00a0 I know they were just trying to push me further, but at the time, I developed a low-self esteem complex that was tied to how well I did academically. If I did well, it meant I\u2019m deserving of love. If I didn\u2019t, it meant I wasn\u2019t. Looking back, I had internalised a toxic mindset. I used to resent my dad for being this unyielding. He was like a drill sergeant - if he said jump, my brother and I asked \u201cHow high?\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 While coddling your child does them no favors, some parents use \u2018tough love\u2019 as a justification for manipulation, coercion, bribery, verbal and physical abuse. For my parents, it was always a balancing act of tough love and mercy.\u00a0 And with the many times they were either too harsh or too soft, I realised they were just trying out different parenting styles - and seeing which ones stuck. Unfortunately for my little brother, it meant that he was stuck with the parenting style that worked on me, haha. 2 \u2014 \u201cHave you eaten yet?\u201d I remember being taught to say this as a way to show respect to your elders when you greet them. Over the years, I realised the meaning behind the words isn\u2019t just literal.\u00a0 Across Chinese history, food availability was scarce due to the countless wars and famines, so the Chinese mindset\u00a0 adopted the view that having enough food is a form of prosperity. Personally, I\u2019ve always been exasperated when my dad would order 50% more food than what we needed. It just seemed wasteful to me. But now I see it as a father\u2019s duty to provide for his children that he can\u2019t shake \u2014 we never got hungry under his roof. My friend Delilah says: \u201cMy parents pack so much seafood for me whenever I come back to KL. They know how expensive the seafood is here and how I always complain about it.\u201d That\u2019s when I realised it was the way our parents\u2019 generation were brought up socially. They grew up in a different time, so the way they show love is very traditional. 3 \u2014 Material things My dad was never one to show affection verbally or physically. (At least, not with us boys. He was still very outwardly affectionate with my sister, who was the youngest.) So growing up, I felt distant with him. Due to the long hours of his work, I only saw him on weekends.\u00a0 He\u2019d buy me things, but I hardly got life lessons from him apart from \u201cstudy hard and get a scholarship.\u201d The distance made me feel uncomfortable about receiving gifts from him, especially when they were well-intentioned. In my teens, I had asked for a professional drawing tablet, as I had developed a keen interest in becoming a graphic designer. Instead, my dad got me a DSLR camera. While I was blown away by the gift, a small part of me felt a bit let down that he didn\u2019t really know what I wanted. Just a little bit. At the time, he saw my budding drawing skills and thought they could be put to good use by.... giving me a camera. To this day, I had no idea how he came to this conclusion.\u00a0 I remember thinking: \u201cIs it that difficult to really get to know me as a person?\u201d\u00a0 At the time, I felt like the gifts were his way of making up for not being able to connect with his sons because he rarely saw us. 4 \u2014 Sacrifices Now as an adult with my own responsibilities and anxieties, I've realised it was the best he could do for us kids. Between time with his family and saving the funds for our future, he chose the latter. It was a sacrifice that he had to make. Now, I'm the one who feels guilty about not spending enough time with my parents. And as for my camera \u2014 I ended up using it anyway, and I found myself becoming good enough at photography to make some side income in my college days. [Image: A samurai-themed photoseries set in Exeter, Devon.) My DLSR is one of my treasured possessions because of how many memories I captured with it.\u00a0 I guess the reason my dad doesn\u2019t know how to show his love is a product of the way his generation was brought up.\u00a0 When I ask people in that time what it was like, it was always about \u2018going without\u2019 and \u2018making do\u2019. It was a generation of scarcity. As a millennial, I value a different set of things, like time, experiences, knowledge. But I\u2019ve since realised that this is in a way, a form of privilege, because my basic needs have been met.\u00a0 Parents do the best they can with what's given to them. Hindsight has taught me that the words don\u2019t matter. It\u2019s their actions that show that they do love and care for their children.\u00a0 I'm not apologising for the ones who are abusive parents, but being children, we may not always know the true meaning of their actions until much later.\u00a0 Every child grows up and hopes to do a better job raising their own kids than their parents.\u00a0 Hopefully, I'll be able to do one better than my parents by saying "I love you" to my children - without fear of embarrassment or reservation. For more stories on Asian parenting, read How Your Relationship with Your Parents Change after They Get Older and My Dad and I Have Never Seen Eye to Eye, Here\u2019s How I Cope with Life.