Father: Son, what are you doing? Are you writing poems again? You know I want you to get involved in some useful activities, like math camps, music, painting etc.
Son: Dad, I don’t like those things.
Father: We are not talking about your preferences. We are talking about usefulness to college application. You are 15 years old now and you know the acceptance rate for college this year? 3% for Harvard and all the top colleges. There’s no figure for Asian acceptance rate, but I bet it is 0.3%. It looks like it’s going to drop to zero soon.
Father: Wonderful? What do you mean?
Son: We don’t need to fuss over something with zero percent…
Father: Listen, Son, we strive, we persist, we dream despite the difficulties, OK? That’s who we are. And that’s what your mother wants me to talk with you about.
Son: Why didn’t Mom tell me herself?
Father: She wants to be a sweet mom and she wants me to deliver the unpleasant reality.
Son: You said you were traumatized because your parents pushed you very hard to pursue business, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to be a mathematician.
Father: Did I say that? Oh, I remember. Last week I said it, didn’t I? I was arguing with your mom. I said I was traumatized by your grandparents to your mom because I was trying to gain your mom’s sympathy. One needs to gain an edge in an argument. Son, sometimes you need such skills. Also I wanted to show her how well I turn out despite all the trauma. That’s a great way to boost one’s image. You know what I mean?
Son: I don’t know what you mean. Were you traumatized or not?
Father: Oh, Son, life is not black and white. I need a drink. Here your mom comes.
Mother: How are you two doing? Want to try some bubble tea I just made?