For my family, bridging the generation gap is a journey of 7,000 milesApr. 13, 2014, 4:48 PM
My dad used to tell me I took things for granted, especially on my birthday or Christmas. I always thought he was just a party pooper. But of course, you should never ignore what a wise Chinese man has to say.
The conversation would go somewhat like this:
“Thanks for the math book, Dad.”
“You should be more grateful. When I was your age, I didn’t have math books to study. In fact, I didn’t even have cake when I was your age, not to mention the things to make a cake. Eggs? Oil? Yeah, right. When I was your age, I got a hard-boiled egg for my birthday. And that was only because our neighbors were nice!”
He would lecture me continuously about the past and the opportunities I had. But it wasn’t until more recently that I began to take an interest in my parents’ past.
Originally published in Vanderbilt Magazine