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 country 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 new roots grow... grow again... in a new land... without a past... without memory... not caring about people's different names for it... Kawayyan in the Philippines... reed in Kuwait... or bamboo in other places.