09/02/2026
MY SURNAME IS NOT MY SURNAME!
I always remember the story my mother told me years ago. My dad’s dad was born and grew up in a small island in Taiwan in the early 20th century. Times were tough and everyone struggled to eat. My grandfather along with his younger brother and cousin all left their village in search of a better life. He was 14. They boarded a ship bound for South East Asia. In the 1930s, such separation means losing ties with your family, extended family, and roots. He didn’t know when he’d ever see his parents or hometown again. He only knew that if he wanted to change his life, he needed to seize this chance of leaving town.
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The voyage lasted about a month or so. The ship docked in Singapore, and my grandfather’s younger brother chose to get off the ship. There was another ship heading to the Philippines and their cousin boarded that ship. The original ship that my grandfather was still on continued the journey for Indonesia. After a week, it set anchor on a small Island off the coast of Sumatra. The island is called Belitung, known for its sandy beaches and growing population of Chinese immigrants.
Years later when the Japanese invaded almost every country in East/ South-East Asia, my grandfather told stories of how they hid under piles of bodies, they had to stay still for a long time and play dead while soldiers combed the island for civilians to kill.
Back on the ship, because my grandfather was still a minor, he needed a sponsor to guarantee his well-being in this foreign country. He couldn’t speak the language. He didn’t understand a word. He only knew the captain and the authorities on land were talking about him and his nervousness grew.
A man standing nearby witnessed the whole situation. This man, a complete stranger, took pity on him and decided there and then to claim custody. He told the authorities that he’d be the guardian for this young lad. The captain took my grandfather’s documents and changed his last name to match the man’s; becoming his legal guardian, the lifeline to a new life, and new hope.
My grandfather took this man’s surname. All of his legal documents were changed. He built his life and career and family under this name. All his children including my father were registered in the Births, Marriages, Deaths under this surname. Some of them changed it back to the original, but my dad kept it. And so, all of his kids (me and my siblings) also bear this name. Only legally. Not by nature, not by blood.
In my DNA, I carry my grandfather’s true surname. It doesn’t mean anything. grand but the essence goes more than that. Now a parent myself, I can only imagine what his parents must have gone through, having to say goodbye forever to their children. Constantly wondering if they were okay or safe, if they made it or perished in the sea.
My grandfather made it. His brother made it in Singapore, and so did their cousin. They all built their lives in completely strange and new countries. Different language, different food, different cultures, different people. They all made it. He got to see his parents again in 1976, 40 years after that fated voyage. And he lived a very long life and worked until the end.
And now generations later, life is still hard. Life is still tough. Sometimes I wonder how we could go through another week or month, relying on our savings and watching job opportunities taken away by robots and automation.
Times have changed. But I inherited my resilience and tenacity from my grandfather. I feel it in me. I know that no matter how hard the challenge is, there is always a solution and there is always a choice I can make. Therefore, giving up doesn’t exist in my vocabulary. And when I reflect back on my own life, I see a similar story. I took my son, left a comfortable life, moved to a new country, and worked multiple jobs - all to give my son a better chance in life. With its ups and downs, I have stories of my own to tell, and I must say it’s all thanks to my grandfather who took a chance on himself at the tender age of 14, and with that he changed the course of our family history forever.
*photos are from public images.