Empty palm trunk

Why was my sitting under the tree bothering my mother? Does she fear that roots might grow for me deep into the ground, making my return to my father's land impossible? Maybe, but even roots sometimes mean nothing. If I were like a bamboo plant... with no attachment... we cut a part of its stalk... plant it, without roots, in any land... the stalk doesn't take long before it grows new roots... growing again... in a new land... without a past... without memory... regardless of what people call it... Kawayaan in the Philippines... bamboo in Kuwait... or Bambu in other places.