But something about the way she tells her story frustrates me. Perhaps it is the broadness of her smile or how casually she dismisses them. And my mother is quiet like a lot of Asian mothers. And my father is strict like a lot of Asian fathers. And we are unhappy like a lot of Asian families. I prevailed above all that, she makes excruciatingly clear. I am a chef and not a sheep. It was the Chinese roommate who first said to me, We are our own worst propagators of those clichés. We are constantly throwing each other under the bus.
