I love the encyclopedia of rhetoric.
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep
(…)These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. (…)
This is my parents love for me:
After 16 hours of working in the NICU among hostile coworkers who frequently dehumanize my mother and her intelligence because of her thick Konglish, my mom returns home and eats rice in water with kimchi, studies as much as she can till 2am and falls asleep on the living room couch. She has no room. She gave that to her spoiled children. Three bedrooms all go to the children, full with desks and bookshelves she bought, never second hand or old, because this is her heart and hope for her children. My dad pulls out a mattress and sleeps on the living room floor. The heating in the living room doesn’t work, so he creates this silly den out of old science fair boards and winter blankets to keep the draft out. My mom wakes up several times a night because of the cold.
I hate the stereotype of “Asian children being forced to play instruments”. The behemoth of an upright piano that dominates one whole living room wall is a sign of my parent’s love. I knew this all my life and the only reason why I would complain was because of the burden of knowing how great their love was for me. Such an excessive expense, but that is the love my parents poured out to me. I took years of piano lessons for my own bliss, and even though I can barely sight read, my parents paid 14 years of blood money to give me this experience. This is why I’m hard on myself. They deserve a better daughter.
A passing statement about wanting a cinematic, Grand Christmas and my dad is all over the Christmas tree.
I want to sob because I want to live now. I want to be a better daughter. God, please help me to be a better daughter.
God, protect my mom, protect my father. Amen.