This is basically how I (and the rest of my high school friends) grew up. It’s an experience I’ll be exploring in my novel - how did my cultural identity and the immigrant mentality of my parents shape me and my relationship with writing all my life?
I’ll be heading back to the “626” this October … and yes, already looking forward to late-night boba and some proper dim sum, but even more eager to see if I can write about growing up at home with my mother while occupying my mother’s home with her in it. I suppose we shall see.
(FYI - I can’t criticize given that I may be one, but is the obnoxious Asian foodie quickly becoming my generation’s crappy Asian driver? Model minorities get such boring stereotypes.)