My Vietnamese Family

An unknown author once said, "Families are like fudge—mostly sweet with a few nuts. My family is the most important aspect to my life. No matter how much they sometimes pester or annoy me I still love them. I do not think people can live through life without the support of family. My family mostly supports me throughout all my actions, and they make me laugh. I do not really think I resemble either my mom or dad. They both had very difficult lives growing up, and I do not think I will ever experience that. Before there was me, there were my parents whose struggle against communism led them to the United States to find the life they deserved.

Growing up my parents both lived in the poor country of Vietnam. My mom lived in the city, and my dad lived in a small town. My dad had seven sisters and one brother. My mom had a smaller family of one sister and brother. Not surprisingly, school was an important part of life in Vietnam. However, the technology was a great deal less advance than America’s technology now. There was not a lot of time for fun and games. There were only simple games to play to pass time such as jacks, cards, or jump rope. Listening to music was also popular. My parents played soccer and also explored along the rivers, bridges, and lakes.

However, when communist rule threatened to take control in South Vietnam, my parents did not like this at all. My parents despise communism and all that it "stands for." They did not like the ideas. So during the Vietnam War many people decided to make a hard choice—to leave Vietnam and escape. This was easier said then done. My dad tried to escape once but was caught. Afterwards he was put in jail and beaten. He stayed for a few days, but the condition...

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...e how my parents were able to change their lives. They started in poor families and went to America and now have suitable jobs, a home, and children. I think that all people need is faith and determination to shape their lives however they desire. I realize that many people would want the opportunity to change their lives around, but obstacles prevent them from doing so. My parents were fortunate to be able to. After a long battle, they found a life they wanted and gave a childhood they never got to experience to their children.

My parents were ordinary people who escaped the claws of communism to seek a desired life in America. Before me, there were two people whose bravery could be admired—my parents. I own them the outcome of my life. I got to receive a education unfamiliar to my parents. Because of them, this is how I came out. This is who I am.