This Is The Stuffing Of The Face

I swear, every time I go home to my parents, all I do is eat. I reached the BART station around 6 yesterday and my dad and I arrived at my aunt’s house around 6:30 to 7. My aunt made so much food, it was crazy. See, for the last few days, I noticed that I lost my appetite a little. I didn’t eat a lot of the pasta when I went out and when I tried to cook at home, I didn’t eat much either.

However, at my aunt’s, she kept putting food into my bowl, so I had to eat. I was so stuffed. But I do love food. I felt a little out of place though because it was mostly grownups and I was the only one there in my generation. It was initially a grown-up dinner, but since my dad was going to be in Fremont anyway, he said that he’d pick me up and we’d go together. Being there really made me feel more inclined to brush up on my Vietnamese vocabulary though. I could understand a lot of what they were saying, but since I didn’t know what they were talking about, I zoned out a little.

It’s all good though. I’ll see them again tomorrow for the BBQ and then back my (other) aunt and husband go to Vietnam.

I almost teared up though during the dinner. My aunt, let’s call her Aunt 1 (I can’t use initials because they have the same three initials), was telling me that it had taken the entire family 32 years to finally reunite. It was mostly due to my other aunt, Aunt 2, who stayed back in Vietnam. All of my dad’s siblings were here except for her. So she finally came over and it was a nice reunion. I almost cried because I thought it was such a beautiful and heartwarming story, you know? The youngest of the siblings left behind (by choice) in Vietnam and finally got to reunite with her big brother and sister.

That’s why I’m so big on family because no matter what happens, no matter how many years pass by, they’re always going to be there for you. They are the most important people to me and I couldn’t have asked for a better family to have.