A concise, deceptively pleasant, uncompromising primer on being raised by traditional East Asian parents. My mother once explained to our neighbors, “I always make sure my kids know they should be ashamed of themselves so they’ll try harder.” I was right there. Tsang’s monologue took me back to that moment. I eventually opted out of that game. To opt out is freedom. Tsang’s Kid chooses a different freedom, one all of us in that circumstance has considered. Will this kid be missed? Or will the relief be felt by all? There, but for the Grace of God...

If nothing you do is ever good enough for the people you love the most, what are you to do? What if you're 10 years old, and your entire view of self-worth is based on your father's changing views of you? Zonia Tsang's "Up Here to Breathe" is painful, knowing, and -- indeed -- a tragedy.

When you discover where this is going, it hits you hard and it's like you're breathing on the edge with the 10-year-old. Doesn't shy away from tackling social and cultural expectations of parenting and the negative impact on the mental health of a child. Devastating in its simplicity, capturing perfectly the authentic voice of kid on the edge. A smart choice for any festival on mental health. Check it out.