My Father-in-Law

Tiffany Hsieh

My father-in-law was an ear, nose, and throat doctor who liked his steak and potatoes. He died of natural causes in his sleep the year before I met my husband, so I was one year too late in meeting my father-in-law who drove a Jeep and liked his steak and potatoes. And beers, my husband says. What about Chinese food? I ask. Did I tell you, we used to have Chinese takeout once a week and he’d cook his own steak and potatoes? my husband says. I didn’t know you had Chinese takeout once a week, I say. He’d eat steak and potatoes for breakfast, too, my husband says. His father was late for breakfast one day. That was how my mother-in-law found him in his room one morning. She got Alzheimer’s after that. By the time I met her it was too late to call her Mum, a word that bypasses her when my husband visits and she lights up at the sight of the spitting image of her husband. Your dad looked just like you? I ask. I guess I look just like him, my husband says. What was he like? I ask. Did I tell you, when we were kids, he ran over the cat? my husband says. I didn’t know you had a cat, I say. My husband looks up from his laptop and says, We did, and I saw my father pick it up and put it in the trash can.

 
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Tiffany Hsieh was born in Taiwan and immigrated to Canada at the age of fourteen with her parents. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Salamander, The Shanghai Literary Review, Atticus Review, Poet Lore, Sonora Review, the Apple Valley Review, and other publications. She lives in southern Ontario with her husband and their dog.