No. 43

So, today I somehow brought on the subject of China. We're learning about it in Contemporary World again. Everyone is appalled that the people eat dog. They're thinking about their cute Lucky, Pinky, or Fufu. I'm trying to explain that it's not you're average golden retriever, but it's your garden variety mutt. They're really ugly dogs. I'm explaining this to my dad and the class. At home, my dad tells me something. Rarely does he talk about the past or anything that involves him. He tells me that my Great great uncle was the Ambassador of Thailand to Sun Yat-Sen's son. Sun Yat-Sen's son took orders of Chiang Kai-Shek. That's a great honor, but when Chiang Kai-shek was no longer the leader, and Lee took over. Chiang said that he should still report back to Chiang, not the new leader. My great great uncle said, why do I have to, you're not the leader anymore? When Chiang got back into the throne, he did not appoint my great great uncle. My GGU went to New York, started a laundry, it flopped, went to San Francisco, was completely poor, my great uncle helped him out and to the day he died, he was still living in a rented appartment with a roommate. Imagine, something you believed so strongly and fought so rigourously for, kills you're life slowly and strongly. It makes me not feel pity for people who are ruthless leaders and die a violent death. It truly makes me understand what communists stands for. It makes me truly understand that no one can save me, no one but myself. My GGU did write novels, but no one wanted to publish them either. It also tells me that I always have to cover my ass and make sure that I watch myself and my money. Always get a pre-nup. My husband is never getting what is mine, i'm starting my own estate and he'll have his own. I'm greedy, i can't share and I fully acknowledge it. I'm glad too, why because it makes me who I am. I don't feel bad.

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