Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Coming to America

My mom came into my room and saw that my eyes were red. She asked me why I was crying. This was one of the few time she show concern for me. Probably because I never let my parents see me cry since I was a child. I told her I got off the phone with Soo Chin and she wasn't happy about me going to Boston. My mom told me who cares. Your parents are fine with you going. She's not supporting you. Then she told me how we came to America. This was my first time hearing it. She said Soo Chin bought Dad, me, and her a round trip ticket to America for a 6 month vacation. When six months came around, Soo Chin told Dad it was time to go. My mom said she didn't want to go. Soo Chin took me out of school. My parents moved out of my sister's house. I went to the restaurant with with Soo Chin's boyfriend at that time. My parents went around and found a Korean family babysitter for me to live with. That was when I was living with them during the weekday and saw my parents on weekends. June's sister told my mom to go to her salon and she would teach her how to cut hair. That was how my mom learned to cut hair. Later we moved to the apartment by Indian Creek where there was a Vietnamese family in the same complex. They became my babysitter when my parents went to work. We didn't associate with my sisters for two years at that time. Then June asked my mom to come to the salon to work. My mom said she never liked associating with Soo Chin and Sharlene. They always looked down upon us for not having family. They also said hateful things and lies. I want to be close to them but it's hard. I always feel constricted and incompetent when I'm with them.

Jason was really sweet to listen to me while I cried. He believed in me and knows I will do just fine. It's nice to have people who believe in you and support you. I'm really happy my Mom is really supportive. It's hard to be close since we never had that type of relationship. Makes me happy. My mom said she also want to move out of Georgia. I never realized that. There is so much I don't know about my family. Too many skeletons in the closet.

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