January 14, 1994 My dad families leave for America leaving my mom and me.
He didn't even say a word to my mom that he is leaving for America until he at the airport. His families hate me and my mom very much especially my dad mother. They say that we are so poor and unfit to be in there family.
A little information about my dad family. There are six children in it and my dad is the oldest one. That make me the brother of whoever children that born in that family even if they older than me. Only 5 of the children came to america because the 2nd oldest married and didnt want to leave her family so she stayed behind. My grandpa(my dad -dad) was in the army of south vietnam and when it got capture. The communist took him to jail and stayed in there for 10 years. Because of that, my dad family earned the trip to America to make a new living.My dad family is not that rich either.
As the years went by, I grew up and my mom have to cook food in a small restaurant she make out of our small house. She an awesome cook but my dad jealous and told her to shut it down because alot of customer came and eat at her place rather than other people. Then she goes into making cloths. During those time, my dad would sent to my mom money to raise me but not that much either. Then my dad send a lot sum of money to rebuild my house because my house is only make of brick that nearly about to break down. We build a house with two bedroom. My mom-mom move in, my mom big sister move in and two of my cousins too(who their mom abandon them since they was infants. My mom and her sister took their hand and raise each of them. They older than me of course.
Month-x-1999 My dad came back to Vietnam and that the first time I see my dad. There nothing special about him to me because I never get the fact that I have a dad. He say he came back to visit me and my mom and do some paper work so we can come to America. Soon some month later he leave for America.
October 6, 2001 We arrive at San Francisco airport and my dad, my dad parent came to greet us. Then we have a party at their house in Union city. Then after that we move in with my 3rd uncle. He live in fremont with his second wife and 2 children, they only 9month old and 2 years old.
We lived there until somewhere around 2003. During those time, my mom somehow gone crazy. She would forgot who she is and who I am. Sometime I ask her who I am, she would say I'm someone that is so random. Then she start to crawl outside like a crocodile. Whoever stand in front of her she would bite like a crocodile. Then she would eat leaves. Those was harsh time for me and my dad. Another thing that bad is my dad would usually slap me on the butt when I do something wrong or whip me. It usual for my anyway because I get whip at Vietnam by my mom sometime. Also the two little children would alway get me into trouble whenever I play with them because they a cry baby and alway put the fault on me. Around 2003, my dad make a joke that the house is somehow haunted and so we move.
December 6, 2002 My 3rd uncle first wife came to America and bring her 3 children. The oldest is a girl and is 1 year older than me. The second one same age. and the third one is 3 year younger than me.
We moved to somewhere in Fremont again. My 3rd uncle first wife move right in front of us(we live in an apartment). And so live go on. Sometime My mom would go crazy agian. She got pregnant and give me a sister. Then she got her hair liscensed. Right after I came to America, my dad is layoff and to now, 2009 he is not even working. Every year I would move because my parent would argue too often. During those time, he would hit me and not just slap not the butt but my face and he would kick me in the back and like everywhere.
2006- We move to Campbell and lived there. He still hitting me and Sometime I face would have bruises everywhere. Sometime he try to strangle and he would say, you are not my son. You are someone else son. You could feel how hurtful that is. The only time I feel like myself is at school because at home. They would argue and fight with each other. The neighbor would ask me, what happen between your parent last night because I saw them fightning with each other outside. It such an embarass thing to answer but I just answer them like nothing happen because it usually happen so it feel nothing new.
2007- September He hitted me on my face and hit my nose and try to strangled me and punch my mom. My mom say called the police and he say that call for all I care. I just call the social worker to send both of you back to Vietnam because you got no American Citizenship. I know that won't work but my mom is someone who easily believable. My mom couldn't make the call but I press 911, it ring for 1 then my mom press end. Then my mom say let leave, Your dad is useless. After I been to america. All I do is work and your dad sit home on his ass working on his computer that can't even afford the rent or the grocery for one day. He too lazy to even go outside to find a decent job and that he think those job that pay around 14$ out there is not good for him bcaus he a high technology engineer. We leave he house but sit in the car in front of our house. Then we saw him go out and get on his car and drove away. Then 2 min later, we saw two police car arrive in front of the house and they went into our house. Then they came out and about to leave but I hate him so much that I get out of the car. My mom told me to stop but I walk to them and told them that I called them. We talk for a little while and they say that they will bring him to court. After that, my dad-dad somehow through a cup and hit my dad-mom and my dad-mom bring her husband ot court. They say that they need my dad to represent my grandpa in this case. That morning, he went to court and afternoon. My mom came home and told my that brought my dad to jail. Then during the few month, I have to went to court. During those time, I didn't even went to visit him once and he told my mom to bail him out. I told my mom that don't be stupid and do that. What will you do if after he got out of jail and leave you. Who will pay the money, now that this happen, go all the way. My dad family pretend to be nice to me because im the one who is important for my dad release. During the last court, I was thinking of how he brouht me over here so I leave out some fact that would jail him for a few year but I told them that he is not allow to talk to me and will not step into the house. My mom willing to talk to him because she love him and after he got out. I didn't let my mom pick him up and my dad parent give me a talk but I was like. Y don't you teach your son rather than teach me. You never like me from the beginning. Look at your son, did you raise him well. No, then don't give me that talk because he mean nothing to me. All he die or live doesn't goes with me. My dad went and live with his parents. During all this, I tryin to skip 8th grade and somehow I passed all the test.
After that my mom and me move to san jose and I went to Guderson High school. He call my mom family in Vietnam and tell them that my mom is owning ppl a lot of money and now they are after her. They gonna kill her, which is not true. My mom got mad easily and he know that but he try to make her mad. Then time pass and me and my dad would argue more. Then around 1 month ago. My sister went live with me and then my dad and his mom went back to vietnam without even sayin a word. He go over there to meet his new gf. He is 43 and the girl is 23. My dad take my mom family to meet his gf and say that if my family is selling the house then he would buy it for the girl ot live in. That make my mom mad alot because he don't even have the money to help raise me and my sister and he would say buy a house. He can't even afford livin alone. He living iwth his mom right now. He also say that he took care of my sister for a whole year now and now my mom is takin care of her. She is asking him for money. He go around my mom birthplace and bad talk about her. Which make her mad. Once thing is that he can't even afford to live alone and he talk about buy the house for his new gf to live. Also my mom ask him for money while whenever we take him out for dinner because we want ot have a family meeting for my little sister. My mom alway pay and she give him some money because she know he not working. And today, My mom heard about what he say, she got so mad and the house is an uproar. I never get to live in peace. Now I usually get anry at people for not much reason. I feel like im not myself and it hurt me much. I feel like I don't even know my mom,, she a totally different person. The good thing is that American kid over here, they seem to be so spoil. They get most of the stuff they want and they want more. Their family, they don't think it precious when I can't even have a nice dinner. I feel the live between me and the kid over here too different. I live in farm and I know stuff. I do everything by myself that y I alway alone.
Bb for now, it midniht
4 comments:
I know exactly what you mean. My father always treated my mother and me like dirt. He used to abuse my mother so much when she was pregnant with me. The doctors said that I would never live passed 7 years old maybe. My father is dead to me and I understand what you are going through. He was an alcoholic who did not have any respect for his wife or daughter. He wanted to kill me but my mother always sacrificed herself for me. Our mothers have always been there for us. I hope that 2009 will be a better year for you.
I fell your pain. I really do. My dad lost his job about 2 years ago. after that he alwyas got mad at me and my mom. One day he beat my mom and I tried to stop him and he cut me on my left hip with a butcher knife. About a week after my b-day my dad said his niece died so my mom had to pay for his plane ticket to the pacific. When he got there he said that he wasnt't coming back unless me and my mom go visit him. It sucks because my mom is the only person in my family that works, and now we ahve to go to the pacific. I try to live in peace but it seems impossible.
Life is cruel but no1 know why we keep on living except a few of us. Who has experience some meaning of life and know where we going throw. I choose my own path.
Also, thx for sharing your own story Jeffrey and lorita
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