It’s amazing how some movies can really got us thinking and reflect to our own lives, to deeply contemplate, and finally answer some questions that been bugging all these times. For me, this movie is surprisingly one of them.
I used to questioning myself why it’s hard for me (and my sisters) to get closer -let alone be open- to mom. It feels like there’s a wall between us that needs extra effort to get through. Not easy. And these lines in that movie, are sufficient enuff to answer my curiousity:
“I tell you the story because I was raised the Chinese way. I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other people’s misery, and to eat my own bitterness. And even though I taught my daughter the opposite, still she came out the same way. Maybe it is because she was born to me and she was born a girl, and I was born to my mother and I was born a girl, all of us like stairs, one step after another, going up, going down, but always going the same way. No, this cannot be, this not knowing what you’re worth, this not begin with you. My mother not know her worth until too late - too late for her, but not for me. Now we will see if not too late for you, hmm?”
Bold the second line. Period. with Natali – View on Path.