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yellow power, chopsticks
 
we are taught to take care of each other, that families are harsh places where people will tell you that you're fat or old looking, but also where those same folks will stand by you. in hawaii, friends of the family are referred to as aunties and uncles, so that you become related to everyone on the island. i insist on using chopsticks because my fully 100% Chinese cousins are automatically given them, and i have a chip on my shoulder.

when i do visit Popo, the first thing she says as i am hugging her is you hungry, wanna eat? this woman who still struggles to pronounce my baby brother's name and who i am not allowed to tell that i am gay, she whispers her prayers to Buddha every morning as she makes breakfast. she takes us to Kung Kung's grave and we light his favorite cigars and plant them, lit side up, beside him, as she clasps our hands together and shows us how to make the appropriate reverential gestures. she cries at my sister's wedding because she sees Kung Kung, who is Christian, buzzing around her as a fly in the chapel.