I’m a part of the first generation of Americans in my family. My dad always tries to emphasize to me to importance of staying in touch with my Vietnamese heritage.
Which is cool.
I guess.
I mean, having something that makes you distinctly different from most other people is something worth holding on to, I suppose.
But at what point do you go from just “keeping in touch with your roots” to “being mired in the past”?
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When you realize that the annual human sacrifice is getting in the way of your summer vacation?