Funny thing about Chinese families. We always gather for dinner, to be seated down to have dinner together. Normally, mom would whip 2 dishes and a soup, served with piping hot rice.
I remember this distinctive memory. I was maybe,16? Probably got mediocre results for math – because God forbid – it is the one subject you need to be like a fucking expert in.. Dad and i are normally the last to leave the table, because we like to just chill like that. He told me,
“It is ok to fail, the most important thing is that you’ve tried your best. And papa, will always love you, whether you fail or your succeed in the things that you do.”
And i said, ” I know, Pa”.
I would love to hear that again, i also miss your daily calls, and how you would ask about my day, and what have i had for dinner ( Normally i would have these calls whilst im driving home from work, about 8 ish ), and then, (this is my favorite part of the call), where you would tell me,
” Papa, loves you Van ”
I know that Pa, and i love you too, so fucking much. it hurts. Oh. God. You are missed, dearly.
*Yes, i have failed maths many times in my life. haha