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Daddy Daydreamer

How remembering my grandfather helps me see the beauty in life

We smiled and nodded a lot, but we still connected in our own manner

Statue of grandfather with grandchild

Photo: Freeimages.com – Tom Low

I relish the quiet of a predawn run. Focus on the cadence of my footfalls, breathe the crisp morning air.

I pass the local technical college and notice an older gentleman, leaning on a pillar. He sports glasses; his frame, slight, thin; grey hair combed over scalp. Stares into the ether of a dewy sky.

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November 23, 2017

I wish I embraced Taiwanese culture as a kid

Rejecting my ethnicity exposed a childhood insecurity with being different

Chinese food with beers

“Dad, why do you look different from us?” my son asked, over dinner.

“Whaddya mean?” I replied, glancing at some stir-fried bok choy.

“You're darker than us,” he said, comparing my skin tone to his and his brother’s. “Why is that?”

“Um,” I stuttered, “the ingredients that A-Kong and A-Ma made me with are a bit different than the . . .

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April 28, 2016

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