Last summer, I had fucked up badly with my parents. There was bukoo yelling, throwing of things in my general direction… it was a real shit show. I was certain my parents were going to disown me. I had shamed and dishonored them greatly.
Before I went back to America, with great humility in my heart, I apologized.
Without skipping a beat, my dad hugged me. I cried a lot. It wasn’t the “pretty” crying either. There were tears and rivulets of snot EVERYWHERE.
And then my dad said, “The greatest gift and honor is having you for a daughter.”
Pops is pretty spiffy. He knows Mulan is pretty much my favorite movie… I know all the words in that film.