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That’s what 爸爸 would say.
With gusto.
And enthusiastic claps.
He’d be so proud.
So happy.
好! Good!
I know he looks down and sees it.
Though it be nice to share that moment in the flesh.
Share that with our family.
The grain of pride in heritage and tradition runs deep in ours.
Ingrained.
大白兔奶糖 (White Rabbit Candy)
人和鞋 (Ren Ho Shoes)
梅林洋梅 (Ma Ling Arbutus)
And many more.
Our Chinese staple make-up.
I admit I resented it when I was a kid.
Growing up Chinese in our family was a little too Chinese for me.
Then.
Cultural educations at the National Theatre.
Circus troupes, operas from the Mainland.
Entertainment and historic movies at the Golden Mile Cinema.
And the joy on his face when the Chinese won the Thomas Cup Badminton Championship years ago.
He hugged and threw me in the air.
That threw me for a loop.
Then.
All things Chinese, our parents made us.
爸爸 especially.
He loved China.
His motherland.
He missed China.
He shared that passion with us.
With me.
Being Chinese-漢.
Being Proud﹣威.
Tonight he is proud too, looking down.
The ceremony wowed us.
Pyrotechnics.
Technology.
Choreography.
Everything.
Everyone.
A celebration.
Unifying all the identity “deposited” in me all these years.
Resonating 好!
Very 好!
China.
At the end, it will be too.
God bless China 好!好!
