Dad called. He asked if I needed anything. "You're always the best, always my best daughter," he said. I felt really weird, maybe because coming from a Chinese-educated family, he said it in English. but my nose turned sour. I kept silent. Didn't know what to say. Afterall, I'm from a conservative family.
"Eat more. Remember to eat a hot dog and two eggs." I told him, "no lar... cannot eat eggs." I remembered telling mom that it's impossible to get full marks for lit. Even Dr. D said so. But anyhow, I still like the way dad said it.
"I'm going to China tml." "You're going again? How come?" ... "Is it going tough for you?" "yea...a lot of work..." my nose is still sour. ... "Take care of yourself okay... take care...take care...bye bye." The phone call ended. I could feel we both didn't want to hang up. I didn't say "take care" to him. Because, my throat is choked.
One to two weeks ago, I had a quarrel with the beast at home. Dad shouted that he had to visit a heart specialist because of us. I shouted back and said it's because of him. Then he shouted back and said, no, it's you. Did you know how my heart cringed? All along, I was standing up for justice. Even if I have total prejudices against him. So I told him, I'm not coming back. I won't go home. I told mom I'll be staying in hall until after exams. And I left home for hall on my own.
