Origin of Animals

My mom, baba(dad), and I were sitting around the table at dinner. Baba, being the Taiwan-raised man he is now, sucked on the chicken bone, making sure that anything that could be chewed and swallowed was in fact chewed and swallowed. My mom, raised in the dirty south of New Orleans, finished only the meat convenient enough on her chicken wing and placed it in the pile that was soon to be inspected by my father. I lied somewhere in between, making sure every scrap of meat possible was devoured, however, leaving behind the tendons and organs for Baba.

I'm not sure how we got on the topic, perhaps it was my mom making some jab at Baba or vice versa, but somehow we were thinking up animals to describe each other. My mom was the first to be labeled. She's the camel. Wise, enduring, and patient. She could carry heavy loads and burdens, could be depended on, and could survive the harshest of conditions. But when she spits, boy she can spit. My brother--not present at the time--was determined next. He was a crab. Stubborn, powerful, and thick-skinned, when he found a grip on something there was no letting go. Then there was Baba, the goat. Hard-headed, easily excited, and extremely stubborn, he charged into everything head first, disregarding the qualities his opponent whatsoever. And he wouldn't stop until he won. I was the only one left unidentified (my parents told me that we'd have to wait and see how I developed and what kind of person I would become). 

Those are the personalities of the members in my family in a nutshell. As you can tell there are plenty of ingredients already perfectly assembled for chaos, battle, love, and growth. This blog will consist of my personal account of the camel, goat, and crab and how I manage to live with them.