thirty years ago on this day, my mom and my dad held a wedding reception. i am not sure how or why they were able to make it through thirty years of being together, but i imagine that neither of them regret the time passed.
after prompting from my sister, my dad called my mom as she was about to leave the office. my mom told me the conversation started with him proclaiming "happy marriage." it might just be the first time my dad has ever verbally expressed something of the sort on a wedding anniversary date, or really any date for that matter. i think the gesture was sweet, albeit sad and funny at the same time.
he declared that he wanted to take my mom to eat pho. i gather that not many of you know this about my mother, but she does not like pho. and so, i am not sure why my dad would propose such a thing. he claims ignorance, which i do not doubt. it is, again, a bit sad that he did not know better.
i left them earlier tonight to get away from their bickering. and as i walked out the door, i thought to myself, "maybe marriage doesn't suit some people. maybe it doesn't suit youngest daugthers of people like them."
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