My mom has been taking a free writing workshop in a local library. In response to â€œDescribe one of your first trips as a kid,â€ she wrote about fleeing from Seoul to the countryside to escape the Korean War when she was four.
Me: Oh my god, that is so funny and awesome.
Mom: What are you talking about?
Me: Because normally to topics like that, people are expecting something like â€œoh I remember having ice cream on the boardwalkâ€ or â€œflying a kite with my grandparents.â€ No, you straight up to go to â€œThere was the Korean War. I was scared to go on the ox cart because the wheels were shaky. I was four, we were fleeing the city.â€
My mom likes to say how Americans are very soft compared to tough Asians, that we think too much and are easily discouraged. This is usually after she hears me kvetch about life. I used to hear this sentiment as an insult, but Iâ€™ve recently countered that yes, tough Asians truly are tough! Americans truly are soft! But whom would you rather have a beer with? Whoâ€™s going to be a better listener? Thank you. One point for us Team Soft Americans. USA! USA!