i went out to eat with my friend linh a few days ago, we talked like...nonstop about our families! it was really refreshing. she told me about her mom and dad, but i really liked hearing about her dad, she described him as quiet, and like a robot...she told me that she could never understand what was going through his head because he was such a quiet person. she and her brother would wonder things like, what was his purpose in life? if he had any desires or goals or hobbies. he doesn't work because her mother is the breadwinner of their family, so he keeps the house and takes care of them, but she told me he did these things as if he were programmed to do it, as if his hands can't do much else outside of that. a gentle, quiet, according to her socially-awkward (hahaha) and blends-into-the-wallpaper sort of man.
i cried a little when she told me about him because A) i'm a huge crybaby and B) i felt so badly for him lmao!!! i couldn't help but think, so many sad things must have happened to him that he just closed up or something.
i told her that i have no gentle person like that in my family. my mother and father can be gentle...but they are definitely not gentle people at all. neither is my little brother...or even my baby brother...or either of my older siblings...or my aunts or uncles or cousins. my family is like an angry ball of fire.