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Dear ol' Dad,

Thanks for your letter. I got it while I was on a call with a client and it really fucked my day up. Thanks for picking the perfect time to interject in my life. Five whole pages?  And in Vietnamese?  You know when – I can't even remember that last time when I've read this much Vietnamese!  Thanks for giving me a reason to brush up. I should be used to it by now, but somehow, each time you give me the impassioned speech, I’m still stunned. Shocked at your ignorance but still guilty about the great passion you have for me. I have a couple points:

• Fuck off, it’s my life
• Sorry I can’t be a doctor/lawyer/engineer and provide for your and mom like the other kids with their big houses and cars
• Sorry I can’t justify with my life you giving up your wealth in Vietnam, your escape from Communists, pirates and the sea, mom’s 3 months in prison for getting on a boat in her attempts to get me to the US, your 12 months in refugee camps, the taunts you endured from the rednecks in Texas when you first came, the questions your friends ask you, the comparisons they make to their kids, my education that you paid for, the jobs you had to go through to provide for us (picking up cans, carrying other people’s furniture, sweeping garbage, cleaning road, and so on), the years mom had to work cleaning other people’s cuticles and feet, the.. I can go on and on.
• I apologize. Sorry that I’ve given up on your belief system, cause I can’t see why any being, God, energy or otherwise, would care enough to damm someone who does not believe in Him, Her or It.
• Sorry that according to you, I’m throwing my years away. I’m sure that I’ll regret it when I’m your age, but that regret can’t be worth more than all the years that I’m happy.
• Sorry that you taught me to be my own person. Please get your head out of your ass and let other people live, I’m sorry your life is so sad now, but life is what we make of it and I’m making mine the way I want it to be.
• Sorry that you’re afraid – please don’t be afraid cause everything is turning out okay, despite your protestations.
• Sorry that you’re growing bitter, when I’ve seen you in younger days, excited and free.
• Sorry that you’ve grown impatient, when you should have learned patience.  And charity, and forgiveness and many more things that you’ve preached!
• Sorry that the sons you want are not what you want because we’re just like you!
• Sorry that pride is the only thing you’ve kept, when you should be proud! I can’t listen to you anymore, because you’ve turned into a broken record, a relic, a soothsayer without wisdom, a prophet without news.
• I am you, I am you at 25 when you have left home, when you were discovering new experiences, when you didn’t know grandfather was going to die soon.
• I’m sorry you’ll have regrets, especially about me, when you die, because you shouldn’t have regrets.
• I hope you are happy.
  

Love, Me