My Journey to America
Summer is here, I am going to be in the fifth grade coming this fall. I can’t wait! I get to choose what language to learn – either French or English. Can’t make up my mind on which one I should choose. Oh but wait! Everything has changed. We are no longer learning French or English. I was told the other day that our new language to learn will be “Liên Sô” which means Russian.
It was early in the morning. There was a slight hint of light shining through the clouds. The street was empty. I was holding Mẹ Ðức’s hand. We were walking together down an alley in unfamiliar surroundings.
“Where are we going, mommy?” I asked Mẹ Ðức. No reply.
I tugged on her blouse to get an answer. She turned around and it was no longer Mẹ Ðức. Mẹ Ðức transformed into a strange lady. I quickly let go of the lady’s hand and I looked around for any signs of Mẹ Ðức. Mẹ Ðức was nowhere in sight. Quickly, I turned around, and the lady disappeared. I was left alone in the alley lost and confused.
“No, please don’t leave me!” I called out. I was startled and woke up covered in sweat. It seemed so real.
The same dream repeated over and over again on and off for months until I was 10. The dream stopped recurring when my family and I left our beloved country, Vietnam. We sought a better life in the United States of America.