Being raised by parents who have followed a generally traditional lifestyle isn’t easy. It’s a constant struggle to balance my roots and keep up with life in Miami where drinking and partying are everywhere. Over the last six months, I’ve found myself in some sticky situations that I look back on and laugh or sometimes feel sad about (but most of the time, try to forget).
I’ve noticed that most foreign parents are the same; particularly Indian parents from my personal experience. It’s like God has a remote that controls every Indian parent ever (and if you think that God is brown, the remote has a plastic cover on it).
Here are some signs that you were most definitely raised by foreign parents:
Other people: “No I can’t this weekend. My cousin’s getting married”
You: “No I can’t this month. My cousin’s getting married”
Other people: “Girl, Josh and I look so good in that picture you just posted!”
You: “Girl listen I need you to make that picture you posted private, I have my family on Facebook.
Other people: “I cannot wait to tan.”
You: “Uhh you can find me in the shade.”
In all seriousness, I love my parents to death and wouldn’t be where I am without them. They’ve given me as much comfort and security as they have threats and craziness but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s easy to feel like having foreign parents is difficult at times; they don’t understand why we do the things we do and we don’t understand why sometimes it feels like they aren’t on our side. But always remember that we’re incredibly lucky to be the first-generation Americans. Our parents worked their asses off to offer us the best life we could possibly have, and they didn’t have palm trees and beautiful weather around them while doing it. So call your parents! Remind them you love them (and that you’re alive) and that it was all worth it.
P.S. hit up MT 520 for some bomb ass curry.