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When I think of a place, I perfectly content, I immediately think of the country where I was born 16 years ago. I am from the country of peace, hardworking, caring, and happiness. I am from middle North of Vietnam where I had to walk to school 6 days a week under the hot weather of 99*F. I am from the house with metal roofing, the place with air pollution all year surrounded by Vietnamese people. I am from a great family, eat lunch together, elbows off the table, and asking permission to be excused. That is who I am….. I lived in Vietnam for 11 years and every single one of my family had work to do. They opened the restaurant and sole food and made money out of it. Other sibling and step brothers and step sister went to school and had …show more content…
their job after to take care of themselves and more independent instead of my parents taking care of them. When I was 6-9, I barely had any hobby since my parents opened a restaurant, I had to help them everyday until late night. I remember a time where I had to bike to my aunt’s house to get rice since my restaurant was really crowded and we didn’t have enough rice and I got into an accident where I had to stayed in the hospital for a few months and got stitches everywhere on my body.
That was the time I realized that I’ve done so much for my family and I barely had time to draw cartoon and play hide and seek with my friends. Back in Vietnam, I was really small and didn’t know anything. My brother and I got bullied by our step sister, she forced us to follow her rules and when she told us to do something we had to do it for her. She hit us with the broom and slapped us whenever we did a small mistake and made us cry most of the day. My dad couldn't do anything about it because she was his daughter of his first wife --(she passed away because of the illness) after he married my mom and I had me and my brother. My mom sometimes just angry and yelled at her but it seemed like nothing to her. My mom loved us by sending us to our grandparents who lived an hour away from my house and let us lived there for a while during summer vacation instead of going back home and doing work for my step sister. When we had a good time at our grandparents house, no one helped my mom and dad with serving food and things so they were rushing and we heard after one of those nights, my dad got in a fight with my mom and he took the empty beer bottle and hit her on the head and those tiny splinters were everywhere on her head, he beated her and punched her on her body and we were crying really hard and just wanted to see her at that
time. Those years were the worst years ever, I remember on the night of the Lunar New Year, my dad got drug and next to our house was the car wheels repair store and at midnight he took on of the wheels burned it in the middle of the street and everyone was so scared to pass through… This was so crazy that I wished my dad could change the way he lives and we could have a better life rather than listening to heartbreaking stories about my mom, hearing embarrass comments about my dad and under controlling of my stepsister. And a few years later, that wish had become true. There was that day where my dad got the mail from my uncle that we had to move to the United State. That day was the happiest day ever and it was kinda sad because we had to leave my mom behind because of the issue of paperworks. And she had to live with my step sister and her family but a few months later she moved to my grandparents house and helped my aunt sold stuffs at the grocery store. I moved to the United with my dad, my brother, and my step brother. When I moved here, everything changed, my two brothers went to LHS and my uncle put me to the Guilmette Middle School and I was so small and I had to walk to school every single day even if it’s snowy or rainy while my brothers were taking the bus. In those years without my mom, life kept getting on the way such as friendship, purity, communication,... I had to live with my grandmother (my dad’s side) and she forced us to go to the temple everyday and my uncle is a monk and she expected my brother and I pray every single day. About 2 months after, my uncle’s friend decided to move into the temple and live with my uncle and now his friend is in charge of me and my brother and making us do work for him and for the temple such as my stepsister when we were back in Vietnam. He yelled at us and made us cleaned and organized stuffs and we barely had time to learn English or do our homework. This time both of my mom, and dad couldn’t do anything about it and told us to behave but then he forced us to do so many things that we weren’t supposed to do and we’ve been doing it for about 5 years now. I was so tired that sometimes I just wanted to give up and not doing anything but then I thought that we should be follow the rules and everything in order to live here otherwise I had to move out. But at that time, we didn’t want to move out because we couldn’t afford it, my dad didn’t know English, he didn’t have a job, and everything was a mess at that time.
It was my senior year of high school, I was sixteen, getting ready to turn seventeen. It was my senior year of high school. I was not your typical girl wearing makeup everyday and worrying about getting dolled up for school. I did not play sports. Don’t get me wrong, I would get all dolled up if I had something special to do like go to a school dance. I had a part time job at Olive garden because my parents motto was “if you do not play a sport you need to work!” My mom used to say to me “you know Alana back in my time I was not able to work so you are very lucky you're able to work.
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