Today, my cousin stopped by my store today to find his father. I had long forgotten how messed up my family is. I won’t go into the details, but my cousin was on a holy mission to find his father and punch him in the face.
It’s times like these that I realize my family is not the great generator of warm and comfort that it should be. It is cold and ruthless with my uncles vying for each other’s money to escape their own problems.
I have never talked about my family, except to a few close friends. But I think I will slowly tell their stories one by one. If I am to refer to them, I believe that they should at least have their stories told in the most objective and neutral way as possible.
Well, that’s not the point of today’s post.
My cousin had changed so much. He’s 20, turning 21 soon. He has a Cambodian girlfriend and they both have a kid that’s about 2 years old. He had grown much more width-wise when I last saw him and he grew out his beard. He was also very tan so he could pass off as a Latino if he wanted to.
During our conversation, he was struggling to speak Vietnamese and my aunt started cracking up when he couldn’t pronounce certain words correctly. She’s so messed up.
It was nice that he came by to visit even when our family has pretty much fallen apart. He asked my dad if he knew where his father was. To my relief, he replied that he didn’t know. I was slightly afraid that he was going to murder his father if he found out and we might see his body in a newspaper or something.
Whatever the case, it’s nice to catch up on old times. I’ll update on my life as soon as I can.
-Eddie
