What is so wrong with asking a simple question? Is being curious a curse? Once I asked them if they could take me back to China so that I could meet my relatives. She said “Never,” because it was too dirty and we wouldn’t enjoy it. Other times I would keep asking Mom and Dad about how China was like, but they just would ignore the question. Though, when I brought up the subject again with mom just yesterday, she exploded.
“Stop bothering me. Go clean the house.”
“But...”
“Why can you just be a quiet obedient girl and do what you are told? You talk too much, back in China you would be punished by now. Others say that I should’ve just spent you away.”
After that, I can never feel like asking her again. I think it’s because my parents believe that I can’t handle the truth; they think I have a weak spirit. Maybe they are afraid to look back at their past. But I feel like I will never know my parents, they hide so much inside of them. Do they keep secrets to protect us? How am I supposed to answer my children when they ask about how their grandparents were like? The way I see it is that by keeping secrets from us, they are hurting us even more.
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