I had a rather amusing conversation with my cousin, Adam, today. We are both Chinese, and sometimes we affectionately call him by his pet name, Yonkee. We had the following conversation today:
Adam: guess what tomorro is
Me: MID AUTUMN FESTIVAL
Adam: ROCKBAND 2 Release
Adam: son
That exchange made me laugh for some reason. Like...we both grew up here, and yet we've gone in such different directions with our identities. I think I've embraced whatever heritage it is that I have a lot more in the past few years, while Adam has turned more mainstream American. It's just funny to think that I've been thinking about the Mid-Autumn Festival and wishing that I could eat all the yummy foods (I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday...not cool), and Adam's eagerly anticipating a game of some sort (yeah I really don't know much about games...apparently it's really cool?). It's funny because we grew up together; he's been there for me every step of the way, and I know that he would support me no matter what. And yet we've turned out so different. Not that it really makes a difference, I still think that he's a great person whether or not he can use chopsticks. It's just funny, that's all, really. That really, our faces don't say as much about us as other people might like to think.
Or...that I'd like to think...
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