My Father
I've had a lot of dreams about my Dad lately. I call him Ba, which means father in Vietnamese. He is a brillant man. Sometimes he is stubborn, very stubborn, but he is brillant. If he wants to do something, he picks up a guide, reads it, and with a lot of hard work it gets done.
A few years ago he remodeled our back yard. He had hired two guys to lay bricks and build some post for the entrance. Within a week of watching these two guys work and build a messed up post, my dad had fired them, got our money back and decided to do the whole project thimself. Of course with me as the manual laborer. By the end of that summer, we had a beautifully redone back yard, complete with South American imported flagstone walk ways. I was the laborer, but in my family we all help each other out. So every weekend that summer, my uncles and aunts would come over and we would work on the back yard and then BBQ, eat and drink. He has redone our basement, our kitchen, the living room, the bathroom. He can fix cars, my glasses, build a dog house. He does upholstery and funitre building for a living, but he can do so much more.
He's a gentle man as well. He has never raised his voice, always treats my mom like a queen and my sister like a princess and me like a prince. His cooking is better then any other cooking I have ever had.
He is a good man. He has always done the right thing. He works so hard and expects nothing.
He is a simple man. He likes fishing, cooking, drinking, watching the Patriots, and working with his hands.
He came to the US with my mom and his two sisters and younger brother. My one aunt is ten years older and my other aunt is not much younger then that. My mom is the same age as my dad and my uncle is four or so year younger then my dad. My dad was 20 when he left Vietnam. So it's hard to understand what they had to endure at such a young age. They spent three days at sea without food or water and ended up at a refugee camp in Maylasia. In Maylasia, they lived in a tent for six months before being sponsered by groups in Boston, MA. A year later I was born. He washed dishes at a chinese food restuarant, then worked at McDonalds, and then worked in car parts facility and then at an upholstery place.
I just want to make him proud.
Anyway.. I just want to put it out there that I miss ya, Ba.
A few years ago he remodeled our back yard. He had hired two guys to lay bricks and build some post for the entrance. Within a week of watching these two guys work and build a messed up post, my dad had fired them, got our money back and decided to do the whole project thimself. Of course with me as the manual laborer. By the end of that summer, we had a beautifully redone back yard, complete with South American imported flagstone walk ways. I was the laborer, but in my family we all help each other out. So every weekend that summer, my uncles and aunts would come over and we would work on the back yard and then BBQ, eat and drink. He has redone our basement, our kitchen, the living room, the bathroom. He can fix cars, my glasses, build a dog house. He does upholstery and funitre building for a living, but he can do so much more.
He's a gentle man as well. He has never raised his voice, always treats my mom like a queen and my sister like a princess and me like a prince. His cooking is better then any other cooking I have ever had.
He is a good man. He has always done the right thing. He works so hard and expects nothing.
He is a simple man. He likes fishing, cooking, drinking, watching the Patriots, and working with his hands.
He came to the US with my mom and his two sisters and younger brother. My one aunt is ten years older and my other aunt is not much younger then that. My mom is the same age as my dad and my uncle is four or so year younger then my dad. My dad was 20 when he left Vietnam. So it's hard to understand what they had to endure at such a young age. They spent three days at sea without food or water and ended up at a refugee camp in Maylasia. In Maylasia, they lived in a tent for six months before being sponsered by groups in Boston, MA. A year later I was born. He washed dishes at a chinese food restuarant, then worked at McDonalds, and then worked in car parts facility and then at an upholstery place.
I just want to make him proud.
Anyway.. I just want to put it out there that I miss ya, Ba.
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