How we relate to our own, parents, in the repeated means, and there's no need to change things up, because things can't and won't get changed up, because the parents are already, too set in their ways, too old to change, and so, as their offspring, we can only, fake our compliance, until the compliance became, semi-real…translated…
I Don't Object, it's Not that I am Fulfilling My Filial Piety Responsibilities Toward Him, or that I Respect My Elders, so I am Inclined to Believe, that He was, Only, Carrying on in Conversations with Me…………
I had the delivery services to send over my parents', breakfasts, for my father, it's the traditional Chinese breakfasts of the sweet soymilk that's warm, with the Chinese pastries and the fried dough pieces, for my mother, it's the taro porridge, for myself, Americano, with chocolate cereal bar. After my father drank his soymilk, took one bite of the fried pastries, he'd begun, criticizing my choice of, breakfast, said that drinking coffee first thing in the morn isn't good for my stomach, that if I don't take care of my body, I will, pay for it eventually.
I'd not talked back, it wasn't that I was respectful toward my elderly, or trying to fulfill my filial piety responsibilities toward him that I'd believed what he was telling me made sense. I can actually, told him, I knew the roots of his beliefs of coffees are harmful came. He'd had the instant coffees when he was younger, don't matter the time period, the instant coffees were made from the beans that were, about to get, disposed, of, the burnt, the broken beans, and certainly, what was brewed from these, would naturally be, harmful. Back when my father was young, there wasn't the food safety check systems in place, so the instant coffees may contain more heavy mental and carcinogenic substances in them.
"I know, I will pay attention". But I kept sipping my cup, I wouldn't tell him, that now, there's that stricter set of standards to how coffees are being, processed, how the instant coffees go through series of government mandated health checks, how if I drank more cups in a day, I wouldn't be taking in too much, caffeine, because the stimulants mostly stayed in the beans, and the grounds don't stay brewed long enough for these, substances to come out.
"Are the fried batters soft today?"
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I'm only stating, not asking a question, I wasn't trying to reroute the directions of his conversations with me, nor was I trying to get my mother to speak up, to help reduce all the pressures that are on me, in interacting with my own, father. But I'd shared the same genes as he, he knew what I was, thinking, and I couldn't, dodge it, then, he'd, listed all the awful things out, overly critical. He'd told me, that he wasn't, asking for the answers, told me to not divert him from the subject of discussions we were having, then, warned me of how my mother had choked on her food and gotten, hospitalized before, so she should NOT speak when she'd eating her meals, he'd wanted me to, NOT cause her any, harms.
"I'm off then!"
I'd walked toward the door, this wasn't a long distance from the table, and my father continued grilling me, with each step I took away from the table. He'd wanted me to stop wasting time, that my choice of not marrying, only fitted to my pleasures right now, that I will feel the trials after sixty…………
"Okay.", I'd continued, walking out of my home. There's still, nothing unique about this breakfast, and the life inside the house was still, too boring to, mention, but, at least, the foods got into their bodies, and their organs can still, extract the nutrients from the foods they ate, to give them the energies to live off of.
Actually, I should've, set for twenty more minutes at the table before I went off, because, after twenty-five more minutes, there would still be that, dead silence, but unfortunately, the electronic clock-in system would NOT allow me to live like this. I still had to leave, so I can, keep the tempos of, the schedules of life, regular.
So, this is, the daily interactions at the parents' house, with the offspring, delivering the parents' breakfasts, the child getting grilled by the same old thing by the parents, and, the person is used to hearing everything that's been told to her, for years on end, and the interactions won't ever change, because the elders are too set in their ways, and the offspring, can't MAKE them change, and so, they'd found a working means to interact with one another.
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