I looked into the newborn room through the window. Even from a distance, I could easily tell which one was mine—he was the only Asian baby there. His face was wide, and his head looked big.
As the big baby grew, people started saying he wasn’t very tall. Of course, with both parents being short, it wasn’t a big surprise. But still, he grew up healthy. When he hit puberty, he became very self-conscious about his looks. He complained that he was short, his face was too big, his cheeks were too chubby, and his legs were thick. He blamed us, saying he inherited only the worst parts of both Mom and Dad.
By 9th grade, his face was covered in acne.
All throughout his childhood, we had raised him with lots of hand-me-downs—clothes, toys, and more. But now, I felt it was time to finally use the money I had carefully saved up over the years. My child and I started researching everything we could find about acne online. I bought all kinds of acne treatments that people recommended. We got him braces and signed him up for the swim team. To shift his focus, I even sent him on overseas volunteer trips every summer.
One day, surprised by how much money I was suddenly spending on him and how different I was acting, he asked,
“Mom, are you okay? Are we going bankrupt or something?”
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