I used to spend summers at my grandmother’s. She would let me work at her company. We’d get up early, grab a Chik-fil-a chicken biscuit, and head into the office.
I worked in the IT department. Alongside an industrious stoic man named Lu Kim. He did much but said little. I was the opposite. We brought out the best in each other, though. Despite our drastically different demeanors, at our core we were very much the same.
Lovers of tradition. With deeply rooted appreciation of simple elegant rituals. Like courtship and tea. Foreign concepts in a society characterized by instant gratification.
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