I can't recall when exactly I stopped being confused and melancholic. All I am right now is a mixture of rage and blissful existence. Perhaps I have absorbed some US of A's air that's thick of sense of entitlement in my lung. YESSSHHH I slowly and surely become one of those crazy entitled Asian chicks that have forgotten her FOB root!
Why should we give the next generation all the fun? Why should we cover our head in shame and be modern-day slave just because we were unfortunate enough to be born outside US of A? Why Should I Wait to Live Precariously Through My Sons - If I Can Try And Do It Myself?
Common Immigrant wisdom story always be - First generation build the foundation, Second generation scale it, Third one maintain it. Means, I should shut up and work, be obedient, and most importantly position & push my sons so they can study-study-study to their Ivy League destiny.
To hell with that. If my sons want to go being all baadd, leading an underground movement to topple the government or be a drug kingpin, as long as they do it in style and pour their hearts so they can be best of the best, I'm all out for it.
a0z0ra @ 7:59 PM  |