No. 82

It's over.

So, I always envisioned as well as any other person on this earth that the Chinese families would be joyous and sit around on some Saturday having dinner, all three generations at least. It's what they say the Chinese aspiration. It's over, all my grandparents are dead. All my cousins don't talk to each other, all due to what, how the Chinese have engulfed their lives in themselves. My one contact to maybe having a so-so family relations is going to England to study aboard. This marks the end, the end of the "Chinese dream," the end of the Tse Dynasty, it is the end of anything great. Our family has been engulfed by not memories or blood, but of money. Stinkyhead and Leslie will lose contact with us forever when they're mother dies. Aunt no. 5's children are all too old and have too busy of a life to associate with us. Aunt no. 4 is getting old and her children are dispersing. My father doesn't really care about his sisters or brother. His brother is getting old and living the glamourous life of a calligrapher, if they can be glamourous. My mom is engulfing herself with what, the one sister that she has, which means her husband will soon croak. It's better that way though, after he's dead, his two unmarried kin will actually live they're life, pineapple or not. It's a pity, he was a good man, but everything is taken care of, it's his golden years. He's the only one that truly can achieve the "Chinese dream." His children are together and still get together, even though they seem immensely busy. I on the other hand, it is over. No matter how hard I try to keep them together, it'll just tear me apart... I have to accept it. It makes me sad, not because of the lost of family, but how we're losing it. Not due to rifts we can't change, simply unlike most Chinese families, we're so into society, that we've lost our families.

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