To my father- who tirelessly works to make sure we have everything we need. Who singlehandedly comes home from work in the late evening, but still has time to run errands, wash the dishes, cook dinner, vacuum the house, watch Jeopardy and Family Feud with me at 7pm, help with GREs, and fill up my humidifier for me before I get to bed. Drive me to Penn Hospital, make my favorite beef noodle soup, and let me nag him endlessly on eating healthier. Who patiently listens to me and tries to cheer me up with punny jokes that are only sometimes punny.
To my mother- who always did her best to put our needs before hers. Who moved to a foreign country to give us a better life, and lecturing us to make sure we knew the value of hard work and discipline. Who would stay up late nights to give back rubs when her child was feeling discomfort or had trouble breathing. Who would make sure they were warm enough every night.
To my brother- who in his own way is there, trying to be there in his own way. Who is a solid role model to look up to by taking care of himself and being successful and independent. Who spoils with Christmas gifts, comes home on the weekend with a birthday cake, makes sure the family is somewhat sane, and who wrote a Facebook post saying how proud he was of me.
To my neighbor and childhood best friend- who played with me despite me being different, who carried my oxygen tank around the playground so we could hang out, climbed Mabel (our tree) and broke her damn arm and didn’t sue me, survived our friendship despite a brief fallout in middle school, tolerated my Korean drama life, and saved me from my darkest hours. Who is goofy, doesn’t give a fuck about others who are rude, has no censorship, and burps the most wondrous sounds.
To my high school best friend- who stood up for me when others didn’t, offered me sanctuary at her house, generously showed off Chicago (Bean and Deep Dish Pizza, ‘nuff said), and genuinely cares. Who is level-headed, intelligent, and kind.
To my college best friends- who fended off Brazilian men who came on too strong (and maybe other dudes) for me, housed me as the 5th roommate, fed me, braced awkward moments with me, listened, argued, encouraged, and comforted, whose willingness to drop me off in front of places so I don’t get sick, carry my heavy bags, Tinder troll with me, debate the meaning of life, tolerate rants and rambles, and accept me.
Thanks. I love you. End sappy letter.