I haven’t written in a very long time, but here I am.

I was reading Tina Fey’s Bossypants in a cafe not too long ago, and she talks about her dad, Don Fey. How he looks like a Bad Ass Mother Fucker, and even celebrities would cower when he would visit her on set.

If you replaced Don Fey, with Michael Yang..I seriously thought she was talking about my dad.

I guess in some weird way my Dad didn’t feed me lies about how beautiful I was, or how a white guy on a white horse [Dad: Only white people ride horses…Korean princes roll deeper] was going to ‘save’ me and my sister.

Looking back at my dad, I think he did a pretty good job raising us 3 kids. Working 14 hour days. Cooking full korean meals for dinner at night because ‘pasta is not dinner.’ Gardening in the back like he was Martha Stewart (but with a white tank top and nike basketball shorts)

You know the immigrant dream where you hear about how the parents came with 10 dollars and their 2 kids? In my dad’s situation, it was more like a Master’s degree delivering for Domino’s in the 80s. That was the American reality. People always believe that the immigrants with low education work low wage jobs (which is indefinitely true)..but they don’t really remember that sometimes the guy working the mop might have graduated from a decent university from their country.

I think about how flawed my dad is, but the big picture is that he did do his job right.

I am so grateful he’s not a creepy old ahjushi scamming on anything that walks. More like a carb eating machine that watches Anthony Bourdain before he sleeps.

oh, Dad.