legacy
my dad showed me his doctoral thesis once. the pinnacle of his academic career was housed in an unmarked, bound black book tucked away in his study. the only things i remember from this show and tell were the carefully penciled in symbols for the complicated equations that peppered its typewritten pages, and on the front, an acknowledgment to my
( Read more... )
Comments 1
i feel like i barely knew anything about the hopes and dreams of my parents until i had to do a family history project in high school. i interviewed both of them about why they came to the US and how they met. if it hadn't been for that project, i'm not sure if i would have ever asked those questions.
Reply
Leave a comment