Evan of New York

“My parents are your stereotypical tiger parents. They constantly harped at me how education was absolutely necessary to be successful and happy. Education was sacred and revered. The Vietnam War took everything from them, but education was the one thing no one could take from you. Their way of showing love, very tough love that is, was to push me to succeed, so I can have that happy life they envisioned. While they were effective in instilling their values, home was excruciating and stressful. Home embodied feelings of discipline, criticism, resentment, and work. Lots of work. Whenever I had the chance to travel far away, like for college, I took it. And they would rarely hear from me when I was gone. But when we did actually speak on infrequent occasions, they’d try to convince me to move back home, settle down, and get a stable, secure job. I never relented. Fast forward to now, we all have matured a bit. Through the ups and downs of life, including the deaths of family and friends, we realized education and success ought not to be our main values, but instead should be health and family. Looking back, I was a terrible son with little gratitude, neglecting family and friends in pursuit of a misguided sense of success. I’ve lots of catching up and reparations to do. And I’ve started by calling my family more regularly. On this trip to New York, my parents didn’t try to convince me to come home, but instead asked me to send them pictures, to my surprise. I sent them this picture of me. They liked it. They said they want to come visit me. I wouldn’t mind. We’re not perfect, but I think we’re making progress.” #humansofny