Dear Y,

I had a conversation with my dad today. It was about my attitude, specifically towards my mom. He said I looked tired. I told him I was, because I am. When he asked me if I was okay, I didn't really know how to explain the thoughts I'd been having, the books I'd read about growing up with the joy and pain of Asian parents. I just smiled. I just smile these days.

I thought about what you said, how I'm just a buoy getting shoved around. I smile and bounce back. How many times does it take it sinks?

I just wrote and wrote and forgot about it.

I hope you're feeling an inkling more than a smiling buoy.

From,

N