mamí y papí

as mother's day draws near, an ode to the family:

my father is the most patient person in the world. i scream, i yell, i cry. he says, be patient. endure. and ultimately, he's always right.

my mother is less easily classified. nevertheless, i reflect on something from before:

if my dad is a rock, my mom is like water. flowing along, she has wandered through life. naturally intelligent, she drifted into graduate school to study chemistry and in an undisciplined, effortless way, did her thing and went on. like a peaceful child, she is the formless liquid that placidly takes the shape of its container, yet other times clinging to dryness like a wet cloth, her anger could bubble up into raging and turblent tides. unconfined to external norms and standards, unable to be categorized, she fits no parental prototype. but as a river flowing into an endless ocean, she surpasses the boundaries of human compassion and selfishness in such a natural way, completely regardless of others' opinions. i would say i see humanity in its most utter and natural form in my mother.

ok. so i miss my family.

they are the only people who could keep me from doing work overseas. i would don the 9 to 5 hat and let my life dissolve away into a forgotten quotidian fizzle just to have more time with them.

OR i will trick them into traveling with me. muahahahaha.

anyway i love old photos.