Two weekends ago, my Dad imposed that we should take a year end family trip. My Dad never invites, he always imposed. He employs many techniques, such as guilt tripping, pressuring, etc. I freaked out for a second. A flash forward of juggling crabby baby, nursing sore heels, blocking out negative vibe from conflict between my parents (bet my bottom dollar that it ALWAYS happens), and other nightmares surged through my brain. I can almost feel the end of the day sheer exhaustion. Only for a second! Yeah. My dad employed another strategy to make sure that I would say yes by giving me three choices: Singapore, Hong Kong and Japan.
What? What? What? You mean my dad wants to take me to Japan?
Let’s go!
Oh wait! Damn! Logic kicked in.


