Sunday WillowBrow returned from visiting her family in Hong Kong and the people rejoiced. No really, we did indeed rejoice as I’m sure the kids are much happier now that mommy is back. I can fill in a bit, but am no substitute. My cooking is adequate at best and my empathy is probably best described as algorithmic. They are good algorithms, but algorithms nonetheless! And even with a house full of kids, I was a bit lonely without her.
From what she’s told me, she had a good time reuniting with family and friends, but being back in Hong Kong also brought back some bad memories too along with the usual issues that only one’s parents and family can dredge up. For one thing, my wife is bigger than the average Chinese woman. She’s not fat, but at a little under 5’7" (170.18 cm) she towers over most of the women in Hong Kong. And she has a beautiful golden complexion which is darker than most Chinese people. She really is quite a babe, but her features fall outside of what she tells me is the Chinese standard for beauty (pale skin, tiny body), never mind that she’s been turning heads in Hong Kong since she was a 12 year old schoolgirl. In Hong Kong there is a lot of pressure to comform, perhaps more than in other parts of China. So she feels very very self conscious about her appearance and says that one of the reasons she left Hong Kong was so that she could be her own person without being judged. She’s such a smart and beautiful person, but even with that, it seems that you can never escape the judgement of one’s parents. I wish they could see her the way that I do. Perhaps they do, deep inside, but just don’t express it very well.
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