Winnay
Dec 24, 2007
Undergraduate / Father-Daughter relationships have always been complex; Essay on my father. [7]
Does it sound choppy? How should i end it?
Father-Daughter relationships have always been complex.
My father came here from the slums of China nineteen years ago. Coming to the U.S. was the perfect opportunity for him to establish a new life, away from communist tyranny. Coming to the U.S. was like salvation for my father, who was tired of being oppressed, brainwashed and manipulated.
I am Chinese-American; a combination of my father's goals, dreams and morals spiced up with American culture and teenage angst. In his attempt me to shape me into the perfect daughter; my father has distanced himself from me. This distance created difference, and this difference has resulted in war. My adolescence has been a battle between American and Chinese, new and old, and more importantly, between father and daughter. It has been an everyday struggle.
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We've all heard of the "When I was your age" speeches. After hearing them countless times from my father, I began to disregard them. I'd always say, "We're NOT in the Old Country anymore; we're in a new country in new age with new morals." Yet, my father kept telling me these stories in an attempt to make me feel obsolete. In order to shield my self, I always tried to ignore his stories, but recently Father has been just stating what's wrong with me. Therefore, I began retaliating.
"Why can't you ___? I was never this lazy at your age," he would always say.
And I would snap back.
"Why don't you ever praise me?"
"Why did I have to be born into the lower class?"
"Why do you push me so much!? If you expect so many things from me, then I should expect just as much from you!"
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What happened to the relationship we had when I was a child? I was Daddy's Little Girl and my dad loved every little thing I did. Since I entered Middle School, my father became more and more outrageous. Our arguments have become more irrational and it's at the point where we are just blind shooting. Once my father yelled at me to the point of breakdown because he didn't like my handwriting. One time I yelled at my father when he asked me to translate the phone bill; such small things could set us off. Both of us were crumbling.
Thanks in advance!
Me and my father finally reconciled :] It was when we started giving each other a chance.
Thanks again!
Does it sound choppy? How should i end it?
Father-Daughter relationships have always been complex.
My father came here from the slums of China nineteen years ago. Coming to the U.S. was the perfect opportunity for him to establish a new life, away from communist tyranny. Coming to the U.S. was like salvation for my father, who was tired of being oppressed, brainwashed and manipulated.
I am Chinese-American; a combination of my father's goals, dreams and morals spiced up with American culture and teenage angst. In his attempt me to shape me into the perfect daughter; my father has distanced himself from me. This distance created difference, and this difference has resulted in war. My adolescence has been a battle between American and Chinese, new and old, and more importantly, between father and daughter. It has been an everyday struggle.
--
We've all heard of the "When I was your age" speeches. After hearing them countless times from my father, I began to disregard them. I'd always say, "We're NOT in the Old Country anymore; we're in a new country in new age with new morals." Yet, my father kept telling me these stories in an attempt to make me feel obsolete. In order to shield my self, I always tried to ignore his stories, but recently Father has been just stating what's wrong with me. Therefore, I began retaliating.
"Why can't you ___? I was never this lazy at your age," he would always say.
And I would snap back.
"Why don't you ever praise me?"
"Why did I have to be born into the lower class?"
"Why do you push me so much!? If you expect so many things from me, then I should expect just as much from you!"
--
What happened to the relationship we had when I was a child? I was Daddy's Little Girl and my dad loved every little thing I did. Since I entered Middle School, my father became more and more outrageous. Our arguments have become more irrational and it's at the point where we are just blind shooting. Once my father yelled at me to the point of breakdown because he didn't like my handwriting. One time I yelled at my father when he asked me to translate the phone bill; such small things could set us off. Both of us were crumbling.
Thanks in advance!
Me and my father finally reconciled :] It was when we started giving each other a chance.
Thanks again!
