My 2-Goo (二舅) (by Phoebe Lin)

One of my earliest memory of 2-goo is the time he served us kids noodles with carrots and nothing else in it...we all laughed and told him it was the worst meal we've ever tasted but instead of getting mad, he just laughed along with us. Many years later, during one of his visits to our house, he drove me to and back from my summer job at Red Lobster every night. He did this until I finally got my driver's license - and it was him, of course, who drove me to my driver's test. When I visited Taiwan briefly during college in Japan as an exchange student, he let me help him with some of his work. I spent a day with him and his assistant and I complained the whole time of how boring it was, he just smiled and allowed me to do what I liked. Rather than thanking him for all that he did for me, I laughed at his cooking, I was impatient at how slow he drove and I grumbled at having to listen to him explain his work. Fortunately for me, he willingly and happily did those things for me without needing a thanks from me. He gladly did those things without ever expecting anything back. That is how I will always remember him. Thank you, 2-goo, for all that you have done for me and mostly for putting up with me!

- Phoebe Lin / Kings Park, New York