My father ordered har gow/siu mai at dimsum today... which was slightly shocking, as they aren't typically in his order repertoire. "I thought that food was just for me and gwai los (white people). When did you learn to eat that?"
His response? A simple, "Sometimes you change."
I laughed, but then, when the dishes arrived, he delicately poked his chopsticks into the har gow basket and sighed. "We used to buy these for Ma when she was sick."
I nodded. "Yeah."
And just like that, it all made sense.