We have Chinese New Year traditions but they’re a little strange: I get very generous red packets, my happily single brother refuses to accept money, and we usually have a reunion lunch way ahead of time.
So yesterday was supposed to be a regular day, but my dad emerged from his room bearing red packets again.
Dad, you gave us ang paos three weeks ago!
Uh… that was for Christmas, I didn’t get you anything for Christmas.
(He did, we all got presents.)
I guess in some ways, we are a regular Chinese family after all. Few hugs, no kisses, no I love yous or I’m proud of you, but my folks are still trying to take care of me in the best way they know how.