The Moua journey began thirteen years ago, fighting to hold the tears back. People said, coming to America will change the life of Hmong families. Many different people, from many different countries, with different communication styles are all over the world that immigrated to America, one of those people are Hmong, they speak two dialects of a language. These dialects are known as Hmoob dawb (Hmong white) and Hmoob ntxhauj (Hmong green). Along twenty-three-hour fight lay ahead of them, as they realize it was time to say good-bye to their native family and home as tears rolled down their eyes.
My father would come home at 6pm and I would be outside playing with my friends. He would call me in and my friends would actually say "Time for your beatin" After he beat me for something I would just run out and go play. By 8pm my mother was drunk and my father was good and angry and they would be screaming at each other. By 9pm they were holding knives at each other and there I was in the middle crying and pleading with them to stop.
Ma Deeters It was an early Saturday morning, when just Dad, Grandma, and I were awake. Dad and I were trying to figure out where to go on the four wheeler. There was little puddles everywhere. The yard still had really cold, wet, dew on the ground. The sun was coming up so bright we didn’t need any lights.
It’s the end of the game, my team is down one, there are eight seconds and counting on the clock and the ball is in my hands. I search the stands to find the one person who has been there for me my entire life. Only he’s not there. It’s easy to get caught up in the game; not the game of basketball, but the dope game. It is a life few choose, but many find themselves in due to the harsh reality of job loss and depression.
My sister Shermiah Burton has gone to two different schools the first one was SUSCC which she graduated, now she goes to Point University she currently enrolled there now. I look up to my sister in so many different ways she is hard-working and devoted in everything she does. She likes to help any and everyone. My mama, step father, and my oldest sister are a great impact in my life. I try and accomplish things just like her.
The Beginning….It was an early chilly morning in November of 2009. My dad, his friends, another kid, and me all loaded up in one truck ready to head east. I was only seven years old. We were going to Missouri to hunt whitetail. This was going to be the farthest away from home I have ever been.
My dad dropped me off at practice one night and just never came home. My mom called him to see where he was and he told her he wanted a divorce. My mom told my brothers before she told me. I knew something was wrong and I remember Chandler telling me on the way to school one day that our parents were getting a divorce. I acted like I wasn’t upset but I was.
“Don’t lose it. Just hang on. If there’s a way in, there’s got to be a way out. The tears dropped one by one down my cheek, dampening my shirt in dotted patches. Was I really on the verge of falling over the fragile line that divided sanity from insanity?”
After a year my father joined us in Maryland; I thought we would be a real family, but everything was exactly the same as before. Four years later I got to see my dad any time I wanted, but this turned out to be a living nightmare. My dad was unemployed. Everything went downhill because my father's butt never left the sofa, the TV never turned off, he never did chores unless my mom begged, and even if he said "yes" he would push them off onto my siblings and I. My mom finally 'hit her whits end' a year later and kicked him out; my father retreated to his hometown in Vermont.
Other tip I find pretty usefull, is to let yourself dream about your future a bit and not be scared of it. Months ago one of my closest friends told me this, when I was almost crying from the thought of moving out, losing touch with my old friends and the rutine I 'm so used to: “Just imagine yourself, laying in your own flat next year. You will hear the rain through the open balcony window and you will be drinking your coffe in bed. Every day you will go to the same bus stop. After awhile it will become your bus stop.
My sister asked our parents my dad told my her that she could get a loan from the bank, then my dad remembers that my mom is already in debt she can’t sign on it. My mom tells her “i can’t pay for you right now after going to disneyland and the broken windows . My sister starts to cry and tells my mom is a broken voice ”mom how about i don’t go to college?”. my mom breaks into tears as well telling me and my sister ” i’m sorry that you guys were born poor, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i didn’t work hard enough to make you guys happy”. Even now i can remember those words so
I don’t believe that every family is perfect. Even though as a young child I thought my situation was abnormal, little did I know most of my friends were going through the same thing. Even though I handled my parents separations relatively well I am not one to believe that this is the case for everyone. My parents always told me the truth. They didn’t sugar coat the situation or lie to me.
Relationship Analysis Personally The relationship between my sister and I has been challenging primarily due to us never being able to understand each other’s perspectives. I have never been able to understand why she makes decision that hindered her. I felt as though I failed my sister based on the decisions she made in her life.