I don’t have a good relationship with my dad.  It’s in the way that he communicates.  I can’t blame him completely– his English is non-existent and my Vietnamese is at a 2nd grade level.  He’s the typical Asian dad.

It’s hard to see that he really just wants the best for me.  Sometimes it’s impossible to see that everything he tries to tell you and everything he tries to teach you, is through his love for you.  I should be grateful that I have someone who’s willing to put up with my attitude, my passive aggressiveness, and overall dickhole-ness, and all he asks for in return is that I become a good person.

I love you, dad.

I just wish there wasn’t such an impossible wall between us.