I know for a sorry fact that, if my Dad were to pass away tomorrow, his greatest regret would not be that 1000+ item Vegas Strip buffet he never tried, nor the unmarked graves of his parents that he, the only male heir, never got to visit. His greatest regret would be that he never hurled me down that rice-covered aisle into the trembling arms of my terrified Chinese husband.
In the mid-90s, when I was teaching English in Taiwan, my Dad put a personal ad in a national Taiwanese newspaper without my knowledge. This was before the days of online dating and the time when taking out a personal ad meant you were as ugly and as socially-inept as expired Spam.
My Dad one day sat me down, gave me a stack of mail, then showed me a blurb in the newspaper, which read:
Well-educated, slim, bilingual English/Chinese girl…
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