Chinese Uber driver in Brooklyn (being a parent is a tricky business)
So we were moving a sofa couch (from JY’s friend’s place) and we called an Uber, a SUV one. Oh dear, and the Chinese driver was being super anal about moving and having couch as a student/young lady. He was scolding us that we should only have chairs and desks before we settle down to marriage. I got a bit annoyed and just really intrigued by his character. As I kept listening, he later explained he has a daughter recently got married and she studied abroad for 5 years and how he had been supporting her financially throughout the time and how he is now, alone in New York making money as a Uber driver, all alone when all of his family members are in China. He was also a very funny guy. Last night I couldn’t help but thinking why my father abandoned us, why I didn’t deserve a decent father, a father I’d appreciate for his hard working and support for his family.
And these things are cruel. Imprinted feelings are cruel. I feel appreciated to be born and get to see the world and I inherited the strength to live from my parents. Yet, I’ll never get over with it. I don’t know how to get over with it.
He wished us all the bests and accomplishments during our stay in the U. S. I could only wish the same. I thanked him over and over until he had to go.
요즘은 만나는 누구에게나 기억되고 싶다는 생각을 자주하지만, 잊혀지고 싶다는 생각도 자주했었지요. 저를 응원하지 않을 분들 저를 잊어도 좋습니다. 저도 다 잊었습니다.
Once, I wanted to be forgotten by people. If you are not my friend anymore, you shall not remember me. I will not remember you, either.