Family Dinner

Last Sunday, my family had an overdue family dinner. After much deliberation, we ended up eating at Gold Leaf because Hoa Tran was too full.  I used the term "overdue" because we used to eat together every Sunday, but changes in our life has made that near impossible.

My father works as a baker, so he works at night and sleeps during the day. My mother works in a bakery, so she works in the early morning till late afternoon. By the time she gets home, she's too tired to do anything. This pretty much explains why my father does all the house work. I help whenever I can.

Whilst my father works everyday, my mother gets a break on Sunday. But even then, our Sundays are usually filled with church and family gatherings at my grandma's house. Knowing this, I tend to leave my Sundays free for my family.

Anywho, during this family dinner, I asked my parents why they never call to check up on me or my sister when we go out with our friends. They reasoned that they've raised us well with a moral compass and know not to get involved with drugs, alcohol etc. When I was younger, I always told my parents the details of my outing - the who, what, where. If I was ever planning on staying later than usual, I would give them a call. Because of this, my parents trust me to be sensible and have faith that I would always do the right thing. They've also met Anna and Kim, with no objections to their characters, so they trust that I've made the "right" sort of friends.

I felt really proud to hear my parents explain all that to me. I've always had a feeling that that was the case, but to hear it out loud was... rewarding. It's not everyday that I get them to say that they're proud of me as a person and who I've become.

Later on during dinner, I asked my father how he met my mother. My mother has told me the story countless times, but I wanted him to tell it to me this time. My siblings and I laughed so badly when he just summed up their meeting, whereas my mother goes into minute details.

According to my father, he knew my mother because they lived in the same neighbourhood and were in the same parish church. Yep. Short and Simple. On the other hand...

According to my mother, my father was mesmerised by her and asked around for her name. After that, they became friends and he would follow her around. She was 13 when this happened. At that time, they both had "fanclubs" or admirers of their own. My father would have a flock of girls waiting outside his house to follow him to school. Unfortunately for them, he only had eyes for my mother hehe~ (Random fact: They had their first kiss at around 20 years old).

From this, my mother deviated and just boasted how good looking my father was back in the day. He paid her the same compliment. Eventually, this lead to her speech about how her kids are just as pretty and handsome because we had such beautiful parents. LOL. This also meant that there are no worries about any of us being switched from birth, since we resemble our parents too much (she watches A LOT of Korean dramas. HAHAHA. This was her way of poking fun at the overuse of kids being switched at birth.)

That's pretty much all I can remember right now.

Bye~