How do you get pedicure from manicure? Please…
My parents own their own salon, so I know intimately of the hardships that nail stylists face. (Seriously, some customers really need to spend more money on therapy rather than their nails.)
My parents did not leave Vietnam just to find a better life; they left to escape a war.
My own mother witnessed a childhood friend being shot and killed when she was only five years old.
Her family (who were peasants from a fishing village) became even poorer after a boat capsized and took the sack holding whatever money they had with it.
When she first came to America, she was so poor that she lived in a project for a while. She was the poorest out of all of her friends. Her family was so poor that even a box of cereal was considered a luxury.
She had a job since she was seven-years-old, her first as an interpreter for a hospital.
Going to school in Louisiana was difficult for her, even when she had quickly learned to “speak American”. Some boys, hateful of the new Vietnamese foreigners, threw rocks at them. One struck my mother in the head, which gave her a cut so deep that she still has the scar on her face, even at fourty-five years old.
These are only some of the hardships she had faced, but she had managed to work her way out of destitution and can now provide a better life for me. Currently, she works seven days a week, ten hours a day. She only has four days off in the entire year, which she spends with me.
Dealing with foreigners still trying to learn English can be difficult sometimes, but people really need to be more patient. If a person knew everything about the person whom they considered wronging, maybe they would think twice before just striking out in hatred.
Reblogging for truth.
