My mom and I had arrived home by now. I leaned against the walls of our spacious elevator, with one arm behind my back gripping the silver elevator handrail and the other holding a takeout bag full of juicy duck, trying to fathom my mom’s situation. Damn, she had more drama in her life than five full seasons of Terrace House. 1
I also couldn’t stop contemplating the colossal blunder my dad, Simon Chen, had made. This wasn’t a girlfriend asking her boyfriend to do a simple task like stop playing Call of Duty on a Friday night to hang out, for the 100th time. This request was a tad bit more serious, stop mingling with another woman, let alone letting her into your house.