Introduction
Well let me tell you something about myself. I was born on October 20, 1985. My family and I came to the United States, a few months after my mother gave birth to me. We decided to leave Thailand and come to the United States to have a better future for our self, but nothing goes as plan in life. Our family was really poor; both parent did not speak a single word of English at all. My hectic life all started at the New york airport.
New York, NY
My mother told me a story about their first day in America, and how our family missed our flight from New York to Boston. My parent waited at the airport for about 8 hours or more; not knowing what was going on. Kindly enough said, 2 wonderful citizen, a lady and a man over hear my brother crying non stop; ridiculously crying - came up to him and offered him some cookies and some treats: what wonderful people they are! The lady and gentleman ask my father about the situation and they kindly asked him if they could see his paperwork. Now, my father is a stubborn man, he doesn't trust anyone; ANYONE! But at times like this he had to put his ego to aside and think about his family. So my father did what they had ask him for and surprisingly my parent found out that our flight left us awhile ago. The lady and the gentleman were really kind and helpful they even offered to sponsor us and take our family into their home in California and help us out, but my father wanted to be close to the family. Our only relatives during the time was my aunt, uncle and cousins who live in Lowell, Ma ; the best people anyone could ask for!
The New York airport called Boston airlines and told them about our situation; 6 hours later we were picked up and headed to Boston.
Lowell, Ma
My childhood:not much but growing up was priority. I did not have any friends to play baseball outside with or even for a nice indoor board game. My father; stubborn as he is, would not allowed any of my siblings to have any friends from school to come over and play. Our days starts of by waking up from bed, get ready for school, go to school, come home and do our homework. I remember the only time he would allow us to play outside, if only, when he is outside on the deck drinking with his friends. My mother had to work 2 jobs to support us while my father couldn't have a stable job. My father was not a nice guy at all, even though I only knew him for 5 years he was never a father for anyone of us. My mother decided to leave him and took us with her one night- I did not know much detail but all I can say is that my siblings and I had to wake up in the middle of the night, ran out to the streets and just kept running away from home. My mother was bleeding and the way she looked at us, in fear brought tears to my eyes. We decided to stop and rest at my aunt and uncle's house for the night.
Fitchburg, Ma
My mother and us 4 children decided to move away from all the drama back in Lowell. She was finally happy to start a new life for us; I was 6 years old at this time. I couldn't careless where my father was; I hated him. So we were doing great: we went to a nice school made some friends. I think this is where my childhood begin. I had a best friend at that time, we were always hanging out and do what little boys like to do, be adventurous, get muddy and have lots of fun! I remember the first time I saw a naked woman, It was with him, we were at our small secret area; a place where we can go to just to get away from everyone and hangout. We decided to look around for some materials to make a club house and I stumble upon a porn magazine: it was awesome! I didn't know what everything was really meant at that time. I was really young so I guess I was disgusted to see boobies haha. so we joke around holding the pornography in the air ; throwing it at each other while shouting out cooties. It was quite a laughter, but then again nothing is to last forever.
The Rude Man
A year or so have gone by since the drama in Lowell. Suddenly, one day I had come home from school to see my father in our home hugging my mother. He was promising her that he's a change man and he would be better and do good for his children. My mother couldn't say no to the father of her children, so she took him back. Things went well I started believing that he's changed man, until that one night. He decided to go out and drink, then came back home drunk and started a fit with my mother.I remember seeing and hearing her yell at him and I also remember "The Devil" hitting her so brutal the images is still captured in my head till now. My oldest sister, only 10 years old had to be responsible for her young ones while my mother was taken to the hospital. It was my sister who called 911 that night, the officers arrested my father then another officer took us to the police station that same night. During that time, We had no parental guardian to take us in, my aunt and uncle lived a few cities away and did not hear about this till the very next day, because my mother is the only one with the contact information. Overnight, my siblings and I stayed in a small room that was located at the corner entrance of the police station. My mother recovered the next day all bruised up and had stitching across her head. After this trauma we had to leave far away from my father as possible. We decided to pack our clothes and left everything behind and moved out to Connecticut.
Danbury, CT
This was a fresh new start for us and it was a pretty good one. I can still remember so much details about living in Danbury, because while I was there I actually made memories. My mother had found a small apartment in the ghetto side of Danbury. It was all that we could afford at that time. My mother went to work while we went to school. During the day the street was pretty calm and peaceful, but when it got dark, hell started to rise. There were nights when my mother would stay up just to make sure that we could be safe and get our rest for school. Ever other nights we would all gather up into one room and just lay close to each other whenever we were scared. I can't recall seeing my mother happy at this time of or any time before it. Then, some nights we would hear people fighting and gun shots being fired. After 5 months of horror we decided to leave and move to a nicer side of Danbury. Things went well after that, we had a house, a nice neighborhood and good people around us. This was the life we intended to live for. for a very long time, but then again nothing is to last forever.
After 3 years of living in Danbury, CT, my mother met a wonderful man. He was the nicest and sweetest person I've ever met. He brought us out for ice cream, video games and he also treated my mom like a gentleman. About 6 months into dating he asked my mother to marry him, (I know 6 months is really early, but its an Asian culture we don't believe in "dating"). So my mother got remarried and I was happy to see that she was finally happy for once in her life and that made me very happy. After the marriage my step father and mother decided to move back east so that my mother would be closer to family once again. So we packed up our bags and left most things behind and started a new life in Providence RI.
Providence RI
When we arrived in Providence we didn't have a place to stay, so we decided to stay with our cousin for a few months until my step father find us an apartment. Finally I was 10 years old, happy and healthy, my mother was pregnant with her fifth child and I was ready to be and older brother to a little sister. I remember playing outside a lot with the neighborhood children. My step father's family decided to move from Wisconsin to get closer to us so they got themselves a place right next door. so every morning I would wake up and help out my Grandma with her garden because she had the most beautiful garden ever, just right before I go to school I would water it everyday. I still remember her yelling at the stray cats for eating up her veggies haha. During this moment everyone just seemed happy, but then again nothing is to last forever.
The strangers
At this time there were some issue between my step father's brother and some really bad people. I believe it was about gambling and money. So, one night my mother and step father decided to go out and left my older sister to be in charge of us until they get back. I can still remember that night, we all played our favorite movies and each of us took turns in picking out a movie to watch while also eating ice cream.
Everyone fell asleep before 10'clock that night; I wanted to be the cool one who get to open the door for the parent and say "HI welcome home!". But, surprisingly that knock on the door that night was not my parents at all. I ran up to the door after hearing the knocks , it was a slightly soft knock like a person trying to come in but didn't want to wake up the entire home. I ran quickly as i did , not caring who is it but was expecting to be my parents. I opened the door and a group of men all in black with a rag covering their faces; they looked like Ninjas with long knives they had carried with them, each one of the 5 men had a motive that night. It was like their motive was to kill and leave no evidence behind.
They walked into the house, there I stood all alone in the kitchen not knowing what to do. They did a quick search around the house and did not find what they came for so they quickly took off one by one. But then the last man stop and turned around and walked towards me and he placed the knife on me and just stood there and stared into my eyes. That and then I knew that he had given me a second chance because everything happens for a reason; just the way he glanced at me even though it was only for a few seconds I understood his message; telling me that life is hard and never to give up: then he ran off. After this incident we moved to another house and lived there for a year and decided to move back to Ma in a little town call Attleboro.
Attleboro, Ma
Being the new kid was pretty tough in a new town, but then again I had a tough life. It all started in the 6 grade, I was the new kid in school and even worst I was the only minority in my homeroom class. I knew that I needed to step up my reputation if I ever wanted to fit in, I just needed the right people to be friends with. So I started at the bottom of the chain. I always got into random fights because of my size , comparing against big bullies trying to pick a fight me. Ironically I always made a good impression for myself, It was always a win for me, my reputation meter for being cool was going up, but my education level and good deeds started going down. By the 8th grade I've made so many friends and I was happy with that, and to top things off, my family decided move to a different location in Attleboro so the school district was not an option for me, I had to change school during my 8th grade year after making so many friends I had to start over, but this time it was pretty easy I just stuck to my game plan and itit was like a walk in the park, life was good until High school.
My beautiful love
It was 1999 I started my freshmen year at Attleboro High. Things was going so well for me until I heard the news that had trembled me into many pieces. I can still remember that day, I woke up and started the car for her to warm it up just before we headed out to school like every other morning. I knew she wasn't happy because it wasn't normal for her to be sad. She is usually energetic and ecstatic about her day and school. Every teacher and student admire her for her wonderful personality and intellectuality. When it come to personal issue trust was never an issue, she was the only person that I could go to when ever I need someone to talk to or get advice from. She was smart, beautiful and very caring for others. She was the best sister that anyone could ask for. She was never irresponsible: she was a role model, she was my role model.
The visitors
It was 7pm, our family was all home except for her. We thought she had to stay after school to do some project and went to work right after. But it was mistakenly assumptions that we made, she never made it home that night.
Later that night, my mother had waited for my sister to come home. It was a school night for her and she was never like this, so my mother was pretty worried. 9pm, two hours had gone by since we had our family dinner. Two led head lights from a black vehicle flashed brightly through the living room windows. The door bell rung , my mother walked toward the door and open to see who it would be; visiting this late on a school night. The door cracked open, there were two men in a nice black suit with a matching tie to go with their shoes; they addressed themselves as detectives. and they had to come by to tell us that my beautiful sister had passed away. It was the saddest day in my entire life. Ironically after hearing this terrifying news, I did not cry, not one single tear drop : I was sad, yet I was shocked as well. It wasn't until a few days later, I finally realized that she is really gone and I did not get to tell her that I love her. She did not deserve this nor anyone should, but that's life: nothing is to last forever.
sorry folks I've been writing this for more than 6 hours time for a break... to be continue plus I need to revise it as well haha :)
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