My mom swears she can read mahjong tiles with just her hands and when I think about that it reminds me of the sound of tiles clacking in the garage, chismis and cigarettes and big unapologetic laughs. Getting older, mahjong has not only become a symbol of adulthood but of lessons learned in an immigrant home and how to carry on tradition while seeking guidance in nostalgia.
My mom swears she can read mahjong tiles with just her hands and when I think about that it reminds me of the sound of tiles clacking in the garage, chismis and cigarettes and big unapologetic laughs. Getting older, mahjong has not only become a symbol of adulthood but of lessons learned in an immigrant home and how to carry on tradition while seeking guidance in nostalgia.
