"It 's been awhile, a long while since I felt what freedom, true freedom felt like. Just know in the last moments of my life--I felt free. Free from the stress and the guilt that has been eating me alive for the past couple of years. I knew that I did what I had to do to keep my club and family surviving. I know I couldn 't be with my family anymore because I never want my boys to know this life.
I thank God every day for this gift and to forgive me, I will not be able to raise her. It feels like she is growing everyday Inside of me, she started kicking last week. I think John found out that I am pregnant, I didn’t tell him because I thought he would get upset. Ever since the affair, we have not been as close. When it’s time for me to get killed the baby is going to get raised with John, but I know he will love her and raise her well.
“Baby, I promise I’ll be back soon. There’s no need to cry, I’ll be back before you know it.” The worst phrases that I was accustomed to hearing almost every year. Being with your mother is a place that will forever be a child 's favorite sanctuary, however, I never experienced that sacred temple. Because of this missing piece in my life, transitioning has never been easier. Transitioning from high school to Middle College requires a surplus of mental strength.
Mormon Magic It is difficult to pinpoint the exact moment that causes someone to commence adulthood. Personally, it could be easy to say that I have matured because of tough times, such as when I realized that “happily ever after” did not exist between my parents, as I had learned from the countless screaming matches and daunting door slams. Another possible time was when I had to live in a shelter and learn how to live in an impossibly tiny room with my mother and sister, sharing the same roof with strangers, when before then, I had lived in a spacious four-bedroom home. However, none of that quite fits the bill. During all of that, I was still completely dependent, helpless even, which is definitely not what defines adulthood.
Becoming a us citizen of us from the time that I was in high school, I though in getting the citizenship through my mom,but I noticed that she was really scared of applying, so I didn 't bother her and chose to wait the require time to apply by myself after two years of waiting, I stared the process and the fist step was filling the application in Internet, second was taking the on us office and last was taking an oath, after all this steps finally I got my citizenship. When I stared applying with the us citizen office, I was eighteen years old and I was really scared and nervous of the process, But that dint stop me from starting the application. So I decided to fill the application on line with all my information and paying all the fees with my moms credit card, after that I had wait for one month and a half and while that I felt that the waiting time was taking for ever, but when I got the letter it makes me feel better knowing that they received my information and
You may ask, "What the hell are you rambling on about this time?" Quite simple, what I had to do was keep you in my life, treat you with total respect and always be there for you for all of eternity. I know it seems like a bit much for only being one night of bonding, but that night, I put everything I had into you without knowing it. I bet everything I had on us, I was willing to lose the tiny bit of emotional and mental stability I had left for us to become what we are celebrating on this day, a couple. I know our one month anniversary isn 't the most spectacular, but just wait til we hit the one year mark, or even every year after that until we surpass the 50 or 60 year mark.
I was grown up in Vietnam, I 've had lived there for 13 years, and my family moved to the United States for better life and education. I went through a lot of challenges, but the most difficult one is a language barrier. I couldn 't speak English and couldn 't communicate with anybody in school. The school I went to doesn 't have Vietnamese and I couldn 't ask for help. I was struggling with school, and I didn 't learn anything for years.
Arriving at the age of 24 and 26, they knew no one but each other, and barely spoke english. Traveling cross-country looking for work, it took them ten years before settling down in California. They faced adversity in order to succeed, and they wanted to convey that spirit of growth under adversity to me. I realized that like my parents, in order to make the most of my stay, I needed to adapt to my environment. Over the span of my stay, I would come to call this my home.
In 2006 I moved to California with my parents, to pursue the American Dream that was dreamed by every foreigner It was seen as a great way to escape the danger and poverty we faced everyday in Peru. When we finally got here, the american dream was a myth, and working hard barely got you anywhere. Since day 1 both my parents have worked more than 40 hours a week to get food on the table, and the table back in Peru. They both support their parents and siblings financially, meaning there is no aid for me here. I wake up to do everything by myself, cook, clean, go to school, and especially homework.
Later on that night I told my parents I had a great day, but I was holding back my fears of what dilemmas I would face. The next week went by and I found myself stuck with the same problems that I started off with, I had not yet made any friends and I just wanted to go back home. Another week had passed before I had someone that I would consider a friend. My new friend was tall and athletic compared to my short and chubby self, but he lived on my street so we became friends because of proximity. He was in most of my classes with me and despite not having a lot in common with him he gave me a place to sit in the cafeteria and was a person that I could go outside and play games with.
When I arrived in the U.S at age 12 ½ it was a huge adjustment for me as I did not speak English. I was suddenly living with a family and not in the orphanage that I grew up in. it was hard for me to leave my orphanage in China I had lived there my whole life and thought of the orphanage as my home. After being adopted and now living in America I have so many opportunities I did not have in China. When I first came to America I had to have 8 surgeries and spent 6 months in a wheel chair but this was done to remove a potential cancerous birthmark covering my entire lower leg.
However, my father didn’t believe in earning an education, he told me that I had to work hard for my money and that’s how you move up in the world. During my senior year in high school, I met a boy named Xavier, who I ended up hanging out with during lunch and at times outside of school. I had never been in a relationship, since my father wouldn’t let any boys come around the house and told me I couldn’t date. Over the years, my curfew was extended a couple hours, so now I didn’t have to be home until 11 at night. By this time, I was working at Sears at Northridge Mall in the clothing department, where Xavier would occasionally come over to see me.
Even though after a few months of my father and my surgeon telling me that I would not be able to play sports, it had finally hit me what they were saying was true. I had thought to myself that I would be back to playing sports in six months. Here we are six months later and I am still not able to participate in the physical activities that I love. But I know that if I work hard I will come back better and stronger than I was before I got