Watching her running out of the house, I wanted to go after her but thought about my sister. Instead, I walked back into the dining room and begged my dad to go after her. Instead, I walked back into the dining room and begged my dad to go after her.
“Because you haven’t thought about us. Have you thought about how we felt when you made all your life decisions? You don’t even consider what we have to say, so of course, it’s hard for us to tell you anything.”
“Well, it felt like an eternity! I was so afraid and ashamed that the neighbour would see me crying on the stairs. Out of embarrassment, I climbed up to the rooftop of our apartment and hid next to the storage.”
“His mother told the reporter she heard his son’s voice turning weak and finally became inaudible. “I kept calling his name, but there was no sound on the other end,” she said.”
“You know… Japanese parents… for them, I’m here to learn English. I’m not supposed to have fun, because it shows that I’m not putting all my effort into learning. That’s why I also didn’t send them pictures when I was in Australia.”
“Thank you for sharing your story with me. I feel very privileged. For me, you are still the same you since we first met, but listening to your experience has helped me understand you and why you think the way you do.”
“No, she has to go to her father’s house. Her father and mother don’t live together. Her father lives with his girlfriend.” *still the same cheerful mood as if she was talking about her favourite cartoon*
Growing up in an Asian household, the attitude towards relationships have always been hush-hush. They don’t ask; I don’t tell. If necessary, they refer to him as a friend. Perhaps their parents also did not talk about it.