There are certain things you learn growing up as the daughter of poor, conservative Asian immigrants: study hard, don't ask for too much, listen to your elders, and don't get too close to boys that aren't in the family. By every standard, I was the good daughter: at the time this happened, I was a senior at a top 10 university, had a great job lined up after graduation, a respectful relationship with my parents and grandparents, and hadn't so much as dated a guy since entering college.