I disappointed my parents, which is the ultimate sin for an Asian girl. I didn't become a rich and fancy doctor. I didn't go to Harvard or Stanford or Berkeley. I didn't marry a Korean man. I can't make kimchi. I have no idea how the lunar calendar works. I speak Korean with the fluency of a six grader. But I watch my parents laugh and play with my beautiful children and know that maybe I did
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Tonight at class, we did an exercise called Autobiography as Haiku. (This used to be a column in the Washington Post several years ago.) Here's mine.
I disappointed my parents, which is the ultimate sin for an Asian girl. I didn't become a rich and fancy doctor. I didn't go to Harvard or Stanford or Berkeley. I didn't marry a Korean man. I can't make kimchi. I have no idea how the lunar calendar works. I speak Korean with the fluency of a six grader. But I watch my parents laugh and play with my beautiful children and know that maybe I didone thing two things right.
I disappointed my parents, which is the ultimate sin for an Asian girl. I didn't become a rich and fancy doctor. I didn't go to Harvard or Stanford or Berkeley. I didn't marry a Korean man. I can't make kimchi. I have no idea how the lunar calendar works. I speak Korean with the fluency of a six grader. But I watch my parents laugh and play with my beautiful children and know that maybe I did
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This is really great! You should post more often!!
ReplyDeleteYour a beautiful person and being a mom is important, just as important as anything else.
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