I still call one of my Chinese father's every week. He is the master of guilt. He likes to always find something to give me grief about, usually that I said I'd call on Tuesday, but instead called on Wednesday. My favorite guilt bout was when he insisted his neighbor died because I didn't call when I said I would. "He kept asking about you, when were you going to call and then next day, he's dead! He died because you didn't call!" I once told him that he loved to give me grief, but he corrected me saying that he gives me grief because he loves me. I often intentionally don't call on the day I promised so that he'll have something to chew me out over. It's certainly better than the conversations that start with "when are you giving me grand children?".