Rachel Young

sunday, august 26, 2001

I just spoke to my brother over the phone, and he`s seriously the funniest kid I know. I wonder where he gets his wack sense of humor from. Then again, our sense of humor is fairly distinct among the siblings in my family. My brother is just off-the-wall looney, while I`ve often been regarded as the sarcastic one (I couldn't possibly understand why). What about my dear, wonderful younger sister? The girl is just plain corny, and anytime she actually cracks a decent joke (which is quite rare), my brother and I are dumbfounded. Perfect example would be this entry.

So anyway, my brother and I are talking and I tell him appa`s been calling me at least four days a week. He says, "Good. That means they`re bugging you instead of me."

Wonderful.

Once upon a time, I was the ideal model of the perfect Korean daughter. Responsible, diligent, and dependable. Now all I hear from my dad is, "Your sister and brother are doing fine. It`s you we worry about. We`ll rest easier when things finally settle with you."

It`s his loving way of saying, "Get your head out of the clouds. Get a good job. Find a good husband. Make us some good grandkids."

I feel terrible about this, but they`ll be worrying about me for a few more years.

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