windrixx

The night was young. Snatches of conversation rose from the living room as my aunts and uncles politely made small talk, bound to the formalities and rigidness of Chinese culture that I hated. I had escaped their rituals and customs an hour previous, fortifying myself in my room as my fingers danced upon the keyboard. Trying to ignore my stuffy relatives, I searched fruitlessly for my friends; anyone who wasn't old and related to me. Just thinking of my aunts made me want to fall asleep. My cell phone rang. Grinning at the caller ID, I flipped it open. "Hey, how's it going?" I relaxed, finally talking to someone who didn't judge me for who I