to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.
these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.
if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.
story 17. dad was a punk (by jenny yang. wednesday, november 20th, 2013)
my father is 85 years old. i was an accident - an afterthought of procreation.
dad used to joke with a crooked grin on his face that he would’ve aborted me as a fetus if it wasn’t for mom convincing him to keep me. yup. that’s a joke. i think the euphemism in Mandarin Chinese is “tao2 tai4” or “eliminate.”
oh and there’s the one where my entire family (including my two older brothers who were ten and nine years older than me) would say that we were piling into our car because they were going to get rid of me in a dumpster.
this caused a terrifying mix of fear and joy over the attention i craved from others. this was the kind of light cruelty that underscored a lot of the teasing i received as the youngest of the family - if such a thing as “light” cruelty can exist (50 shades of grey qualify?). it has been hard for me to separate out whether that cruelty is a Chinese thing or just a Yang family thing. i may never know. but recently i’ve learned more about how my father was as a child and apparently my dad was thoroughly a punk. score one for the Yang family cruetly theory....