HAWN FAWN

It saddens me to know that after my parents' passing, the partaking of Chinese New Year will come to an end. It isn't that my sister and I aren't traditional, it's just that our parents didn't really instill any knowledge of historical significance into our upbringing. I remember going to temple and praying with monks when I was younger in Vietnam, but other than that, nothing else has really been done to learn about this ritual. I mean, I didn't even wear red or visit my relatives or eat oranges. All my sister and I know of the lunar new year is that we get money in the form of red envelopes, we have to burn incense and pray to your ancestors, and we have to eat a lot of chai choy for a really long time. And, apparently, just because my chinese zodiac sign is the dragon, and this year marks the year of the dragon, does not mean it will be my year. On the contrary, I am supposed to be a walking mass of bad luck.