Some HistoryThere was a country girl living in the city slums, recently moved from her farming hometown to settle near her father’s new workplace. It was hard adjusting to a school where the competition was death, the students were pompous, and the teachers notorious for breaking the bones of whoever displeased them. She liked the color blue, though her mother could only afford yellow dresses and cheap, red shoes all year long. She spent her high school life struggling under the roof of her stubborn militant of a dad, who she hated profusely. And though her mother was a kind, sympathetic woman, she disliked her moreso for never standing up against her spouse’s beatings and unjustness. The only passion of her teenage life was her little brother, who she was annoyed by as is per se usual of siblings, but nonetheless loved enough to sacrifice her college funds to him so he could attend college in her stead. Her family was poor, just a troubled country family, brewing beneath the dark cloud of an old-school sexist and a mother who did nothing to quell the frightened tears of her children. It was a family of four, and yes, it was sad. Her name was Sun.
Nearby, there was a city boy (who was unaware of this country girl’s presence, for now) who was the middle child of three siblings, two boys and an elder sister, raised on the modest income of the father. The father was a poor man who had come from a background of mysterious poverty. The mother, on the other hand, was a rich brat whose lineage stemmed from a tree of successful businessmen; the high class echelon of Korea, now driven to lower middle class as an aftermath of the Korean War. She had lost several siblings, including an older sister who had been ranked the smartest woman of Korea, to the war and tragic illness associated with it. After the Korean War, she had fallen in love with her current husband for his kindness, and ran away with him after her father (still blinded by his long-gone monetary ego) refused to give permission for marriage after seeing that his future son-in-law had no more money than he. Now, our city boy, the first son and second child of these two runaways, was named S.H. And although he had the potential to attend the country’s best university, his family decided that his older sister should attend as the family only had the money to send one of their children to school. Despite being a national star athlete, despite having a genius IQ, despite being a moral man who slaved to keep those he loved fat and full, his family chose his sister over him. Heartbroken and feeling betrayed, S.H. kept to himself and watched his friends go on to college and successful lives as he stayed put to make money for his sister’s college fund. Much later, his parents decided that they wanted him to find a girl.
So he met Sun, and Sun met him. They liked each other, and it was all fine and dandy.
S.H.’s parents were ecstatic, but Sun’s parents not so much. Her father refused to give his approval and as a result the two came at a rift between their young love. On the eve of forced break up, S.H. had finally given up convincing the father of who he believed to be his one true love (and I suppose he was right) that he loved Sun beyond eternity. He had his bags (for he was now living in America trying to make a living, and he had flown all the way to Korea to see Sun) and he had his bus ticket. As the bus pulled to stop before him, he held in bitter mind that he would never see Sun again, and he would have to settle for some Americanized fool back in the states, back in the lower working class of the grimy side of Hollywood, the side that most people never saw. As he took a step on the bus’ staircase, a cry caught his attention. Turning, he saw Sun sprinting towards him - she had ran cross city to see him. She had come to run away with him, leaving behind her family, her friends, her father’s word, her life in Korea. (This decision propelled them into a life of misery that they determinedly endured: either of them would not see the faces of their families, friends for another twenty years...)
And so they did. They came to America with exactly $200 and two blankets, and went through more hardships than people could imagine, starving to feed their newborn infant after marriage, facing poverty and life on the streets within days if S.H. could not manage to work fulltime at five different jobs, ducking their heads and staying strong through racial discrimination in a new, foreign country that was supposed to embrace them. People cheated on them, people abused them, people pushed unjustified hardships and bigotry upon them. But the two newlyweds endured this all for their infant, who despite being little more than a constantly wailing pain in the ass that would not let either of them sleep for a full two years, they earned a living in America. The father worked hard to finally get a dental technician lab going, despite having his college life stolen away by his elder sister. The mother worked equally hard in supporting him, coming to his rented laboratory in a junkyard part of town to work under him, bringing their child along at 6 am for her work shift (ending at 8pm) as the couple didn’t have enough money to hire a babysitter. She managed to learn some English at a midnight school, which was gratefully within walking distance as they could not use the car too much, as gas money was not something they had. But they were both patient people, and they loved each other very much. Nowadays they have earned through literally blood, sweat, tears, and sleepless nights a house on the coast of sunny California, where the cool ocean breeze can at least lull the harsh stress marks on their faces to a temporary peace.
This is the story of my parents, and it makes me cry every time I recall it.
So all you people pining for a 360 or a shiny Mustang, not giving a shit about where your comfortable life comes from, shut the fuck up. The story above could be similar to the one your own parents have to tell. Be thankful!
Remorse
I found this video, thought you might enjoy it CB
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A part of you has grown in me. And so you see, it's you and me together forever and never apart,
maybe in distance, but never in heart.
[link] Its been so long but Im still missing you just as much as when I first found out.
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How many obsessions?
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sorry l3
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A part of you has grown in me. And so you see, it's you and me together forever and never apart,
maybe in distance, but never in heart.
[link] Its been so long but Im still missing you just as much as when I first found out.
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How many obsessions?
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Fais-la rire, tiens-la au chaud, AIME-LA mieux que moi...
Like a stone on the water, the elements decide my FATE...
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Check out my Guide to Effective DeviantART Critiques.
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“I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.”
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