As a kid, growing up in the 21st century and a first generation Taiwanese-American, I had to live up to many expectations and one of them that I was expected to do, was to play an instrument. Similarly to Amy Tan’s short story “Two Kinds”, I had to learn to play the piano and it was one of the hardest times in my life because I did not know how to read the notes. Also, I was not interested and did not tune in half the time during my lesson. After three years of sitting there in boredom, I told my parents that I wanted to refrain from my piano lesson. Of course, there was tension in my family when I made that decision and that particular night was one of the scariest moments. I still remembered that I was screaming and bawling in front of my
