How much do I love you...
I was raised Asian. This means that for much of my childhood I compared my parents' lack of affection to the affection I saw in my friends' parents. Growing up in South America just painfully highlighted the difference. I often wondered why they didn't hug me more and didn't use the words "LOVE" in much about anything. Mind you, my parents were very affectionate compared to many other Asian parents I knew, but I was not satisfied. I wanted to hear it. And today, as I reflect on how I know dad loves me, it strikes me that, after all, my dad DID show me how much he loved me through the years. It was not all about work, about providing for my needs and about sacrificing himself for our future. There are three events in particular that have stayed closed to my heart. 1. I must have been 7 or 8 only and we were painting the apartment. The nice TV, shipped from Hong Kong, was moved to my bedroom for a while. I was told not to touch it. But cur