I'm in the middle of tapping out an email to my dad, deleting and retyping sentences.
On Friday night I'll cook an abridged Chinese New Year Eve dinner, I write.
Maybe I'll cook noodles (symbolizing happiness, longevity) or dumplings (symbolizing wealth). I don't tell him what I'll do exactly. This is the first time in my adult life, apart from drinking parties organized under the guise of making dumplings for Lunar New Year, that I've paid attention to this holiday.