Culture Clash of the 21st century

Being born in the U.S. of A, is a privilege. Most people don't take into consideration how lucky they are to be where they are today. A lot of immigrants came to the U.S because America was the land of the free. Way back before I was born, my parents came to the States in 1978 as refugees from Thailand. They never heard of what a toliet was and never seen the toliet work it's magic. (The wonderful life of having City plumbing.)

In 1983, I was born. As I grew up, I learned about the hmong traditions, the values, the etiquette, the styles, and the clothing. Oh, I almost forgot about the most important thing, the native language. As a little girl, my mom would always dress me up in traditional clothing along with my other siblings and take pictures, I guess just for the fun it. (I guess mom's always think of their girls growing up to be perfect little angels.)

Anyhow, by the time I was in middle school, I had a crush on a guy name Nate. We were in the same grade but color didn't matter to me. I liked his pretty eyes and the fact that he was tall. We did become friends but I guess in middle school sitting next to each other or just talking to each other in the hall way counted as going out. (Everything was always gossip at the lunch table with your friends)

When my mom found out that I was talking to this guy, Nate, I guess she kinda got a little upset. It wasn't like she didn't disapprove, she didn't like the idea. Being a middle schooler and coming from an Asian home, it was scary for me to tell my parents who was on my list of crushes and guys that "were" your boyfriends.

Nate actually called me a couple of times at home and guess who always answered the phone, yeppers, my mom. It wasn't a bad thing, it's just that I hated that fact that once I hung up the phone, she immediately reply, who is was that? Then I would have to lie to her saying it was a friend from school asking me about math problems or something that related to school, then she drop the subject.

When I got into high school, that when hell broke loose. When you grow up, you have your own views and your own values. I just never realized that I actually have a mouth and brain that did work. Being from an Asian family it's always value your tradition, remember where you came from, they say marry somebody that would make you happy, but what they really mean is, this is who you really are and your going to like it even if that means marrying someone who is Hmong.

Then one day my mom and I got into a huge arguement, and guess what I said to my mom?