So I talked to my Mom today

I have this nieghbor, Mrs. Tynes who I use to shovel snow and mow the lawn for. She's probably 70 years old by now. She had blue eyes, lives by herself and she's black. This is significant because she is one of the first black families in Randolph. I think we were the first Vietnamese family in Randolph. Anyway, everytime I went over there she always refered to my mom as the beautiful girl. Tha'ts how I always saw my mom. You know how at family parties as a little kid, you recognize your parents with this majestic quality. I always saw my mom as that. She works hard too. I'm talking going to work at 3pm and not coming home till well after midnight. No, she's not a hooker. She works the night shift at a medical supply company doing assembly belt stuff. She got this job about a year ago and has been working massive overtime hours. I'm talking like 65-75 hours. She doesn't say why, but I'm sure it has a lot with my little sis going to NYU. I know they don't expect it, but I have this burning desire to spoil them as soon as I find my niche, my family that is.

My dad is from a bigger city and my mom is from a small village. I think my dad stole away my mom from another guy. at least those were the rumors I heard as a little kid when I went to Vietnam. It was also during a period of war, so love gets so intense. Two of the most powerful things are love and war. That's why I like that movie, "A very Long Engagement" so much. It explores the two and offers comedy to lighten it. So tagent after tagent, I get my nuturing and worrying side from my mom.

Seeing my mom and dad together makes me believe in love.

She worries. Every phone call, she ask me what I'm having for dinner, about girls, about work. You should see her once she's had a few drinks. She's a talker and a story teller. So is my dad. I got my ticket today, so I'll be seeing the fam in August.

Till then..