i’ve realised that i’m so so so tired of feeling in debt to my parents. the burden of immigrant children. the burden of being a woman. living a certain version of ‘happiness’ that is not yours because you owe that to your parents for their struggle. which i will always appreciate. but it’s not healthy. and it creates resentment. and ten, twenty, thirty years from now i don’t want that. if i’m unhappy or happy i want to own it. i want it to be of my own doing. i want to be in a position such that i can hold myself accountable, for better or for worse. the alternative being blaming my parents because i lead a certain life, made certain choices because i felt ‘obligated to’ follow the path they imagined. which in itself is this unspoken agreement that is rarely if ever acknowledged, ‘The Inherited Sacrifice’. if that resentment grows and is one day confronted, each party will blame the other. that’s the worst case scenario.