The Only Difference Between Us Is 34 Years and a Language Barrier

Inspired by Tiana Clark’s “My Therapist Wants to Know about My Relationship to Work”

I love you.

I hate you.

I become

You.

I am the product of

generations. You remind me.

You carry me on your shoulders.

I carry you on my shoulders. I

grow up with your love — I have new clothes.

I have cut fruit. I have clean room.

I have neat bed. I have

grown up with your love — I buy new clothes.

I cut my fruit. I clean my room.

I make neat bed. I love

learning piano when no one is watching.

I love learning when no one is watching.

I math when no one is watching. I code.

I chores. I physics, writing, piano,

achievement when you are not watching.

Your eyes turn to me, play five times over, faster!

Disappointment when you are watching.

I carry your expectations. I drop them.

Then flaunt them. Then lose them. Pick them up again. Five times over!

You are not watching me. I swallow them.

I crush them in my esophagus. They taste

Like near perfect gaokao grades and

shiny piano trophies.