Who's at Fault? He arrived yesterday, a delinquent, a rebel, my cousin. This is technically my second time meeting him, but I was only three years of age the first time I met him when I can hardly remember anyones face. That was fourteen years ago on my first visit to China. But even if I do remember how he looked, I cant be sure that he would look the same. After all, he went through drastic changes in personality since his mother forced him to immigrate to America.
He lived in Utah for three years and caused a lot of trouble for his mother. But I dont really feel sorry for my aunt. She deserved it for being so forceful and stubborn. She left my uncle behind in China because he had a brain tumor and became a little crazy. My cousin didnt want to leave. Homesickness morphed him into the messed up kid he is today. He got drunk and crashed into someone elses garage. Then he ran away from home and hid in one of thos
Growing Up is PainfulWhen Good Things Become Bad and Vice Versa, You Are Insane
I hardly remember what happened that irreversible day in February 2006. Nor can I recall the exact details of the events that led to the ultimate break between us. Its all written in my journal, of course, but I dont really want to reread those pages that I filled with so much anger and hatred at both my old friend and myself. Regardless, I can still relive those feelings of exaggerated betrayal and pessimism, low self-esteem and overreaction. These feelings bring up so much sadness but never any regret. I will never feel any remorse at not being friends with her anymore. In fact, this terrible and dramatic event has given me so much inspiration for writing that I sometimes feel that I should go up to her face and thank her for being such a horribly ugly person.
The tension of our imperfect friendship had been brewing for eight months before t