My aunt has e-mailed me a couple of times while we’ve been in Korea mainly to ask me how we’re doing, let us know that she went down to LA for her daughter-in-law’s father’s funeral, and to let me know that she will be cancelling her planned Hong Kong/China trip in August in favor of time spent in Southern California and Oregon for her JW conventions. She sent me some photos from when she was down in LA, and it reminded me of the times she’s been a bit exacerbated by my dad. “I always e-mail your dad when I am away and send him photos, but he never responds,” she said to me with an annoyed look on her face. “Your mom tells me to e-mail and send pictures, but never even one response I get back! How am I supposed to know if he receives them?”

I responded the only way I knew how to: “He gets them; he just doesn’t want to respond. He has nothing to say back.”

The reason I thought about this was that while I am abroad, my mom asks me to e-mail my dad once a day so they know I am safe. I actually do this most of the time, but like my aunt, I never tend to receive a response. It’s always a one-way communication street with my dad. I even mentioned the San Tung noodles to my dad yesterday, and still that even elicited no response.