My dad came to visit with his sister, my aunt, earlier this week and I had a lovely time. We had dinner at a Chinese seafood restaurant here in Los Angeles and then breakfast at the Hyatt they were staying at. It was a great experience. I’ve wrote a few posts about my dad that I think came off as quite harsh and I want to address those a little bit. My dad and I are close now, we weren’t always, but we are now. He has changed a lot and has accepted that we are just two very different people with different motives and directions in life.

What I want to say is that my dad was very hard on me when I was younger, so subsequently, I was hard on him in these posts. That’s sort of what two men with different opinions do to each other: they self-criticize. In that sense, I think men on average tend to value fairness too. He was hard on me, so I’m hard on him in return. That balances out the equation and equalizes the relationship. I think that’s good karma looking forward. 

I know it’s mother’s day and all tomorrow, but I think what I want to say is that I love my dad. He care a lot about me, has supported me tremendously throughout the years and continues to support me in his own unique way, though I’m sure he’d still much rather me undertake the conservative and traditional route of starting a family which, at this point, seems like an impossibility. My dad will always be my dad. One cannot pick his or her parents. I will take care of him in his elderly years just as he took care of me in my youth. That is the Chinese way.

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