SHARE THIS

My teenage daughter is a K-pop culture addict. She devours everything and anything from their songs, movies, TV shows, books, and food. One of her favourite genes is romance drama. I’ve bought her tons of contemporary romance novels this year because that’s her go-to haven. 

But, I must admit, it took me a while to get to the point of acceptance. Let me explain. 

It’s surreal how fast children grow. In a blink of your eye, here’s your not-so-little girl in her adolescence, and suddenly crushing on the newest K-pop kid on the block.

How is this even possible? My rational brain started yelling at the top of its voice. 

One fine day, over dinner, she proposes a brilliant idea. She began by gushing over Yaongyi’s Webtoon called True Beauty. Then, she pitched her proposal of watching its rom-com version together. I stared into blank space, wondering if this was a good idea after all. But she looked so eager and excited that I couldn’t refuse it. 

To my utter surprise, I loved the romantic show. We laughed, sighed and cried together. It was such a stress buster and I couldn’t thank her enough. Looking back, this was all in my mind, and I didn’t actually thank her. I wonder why, but not going to repeat the same mistake again. 

After the show ended, there were some serious discussions about it. My daughter was eager to know which character I liked, and if I liked the show. I told her I enjoyed it but couldn’t relate to the female lead. She said the female lead was her favourite along with the male lead and why I didn’t like her. I told her she was too docile for my taste, and dependent on the hero for rescuing her. My daughter stared at me like I was an alien. I told her my favorite characters were the lead’s sister because she was independent and bold, and the other guy in the love triangle. 

Something felt amiss after our conversation. I didn’t know why at that point in time. 

A couple of months later, one night before retiring for bed, a flashbolt of an idea struck me. It reminded me of the conversation that I had with my daughter on ‘True Beauty’ where I disagreed with her POV and argued about my stance.

I realised how I was so wrong about strength. Why couldn’t vulnerability be a sign of strength? Why couldn’t tears be a sign of strength? Why couldn’t connections be a sign of strength? 

Today, I stand corrected. My daughter was obviously right. 

SHARE THIS
Default image
Tina Sequeira
Tina Sequeira is a marketer and moonlighting writer. She is passionate about tech, creativity, and social justice—dabbling in and writing about the same.

Leave a Reply