1. A new beginning
There are times when characters are having dialog in Vietnamese, French or Norwegian. I did NOT write in those languages because I didn't want to write subtitles. So the large conversations are automatically translated to English.
I used google translate for the french and Norwegian. I don’t actually speak it. If any native speakers think the translations are incorrect; Please let me know. I will correct it. Thanks.
Names of endearment:
Damon calls Lina "love" and
Derek calls Lina "darling"
Damon calls parents : mum & dad
Derek : mother & father
Derek - grandmother & grandfather
If you're like me and like to read in the character accent please use the conservative PR English for the guys. That's what they sound like. Trust me, it's better that way.
Lina does not speak with a Texas twang or have an “Asian” accent when speaking English.
This is my first story. I tried my best. It starts off really slow but it will build up I promise. Have patience.
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My father was an American, he died in the war. Then my mom gave birth to me. Named me Kim. I married my husband when I was 18. When I was 19, my husband and I emigrated to the United States from Vietnam with my mother under the American Homecoming Act or Amerasian Homecoming Act of 1988; was an Act of Congress giving preferential immigration status to children in Vietnam born of U.S. fathers.
I am currently pregnant with our second child. We didn't speak any English when we arrived . We are still trying to learn. When we first arrived to the United States in January 2001. specifically Galveston, Texas. We didn't know anyone. We had fifty American dollars to our name.
We struggled to find jobs. I wanted to get a job that is within my skill set; which is business management, but there was nothing available. Our family is middle class in Vietnam. We didn’t have much but my mom always make sure I get an education. I learned French in school because it was a requirement. I learned Sign language to communicate with my deaf best friend.
When she was one. She didn’t speak. I took her to the doctor. He diagnosed her with mutism. I teach her Vietnamese sign language in order to communicate with her.
When she gets tired, she often sit in the corner and flip through pages of books.
I figured that I get her those pre-k learning books and she can learn her number and letters. I also got her math booklets. Everyday, she will go that comfortable spot in the corner and write in those books. When she finishes, I will get her another and another. She was going through these books really fast. I check the math. It's all correct. Is she teaching herself?
She reads books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. Or at least I like to think that. She could've been flipping through pages.
She doesn't like to play much. Probably because she doesn't have anybody to play with. I thought she could be friends with the boys.
The Wilson family has two identical twin boys, Damon and Derek. They are exactly six years older than Lina. Born on the same day. For a couple of 9 year olds they are very tall. Their whole family are giants. I ask Mr. Wilson why his is family so big and tall. He say that they're Norwegian decent. So it's the Viking genes.
Damon has a temper compared to his brother who is calm and composed. They have opposite personalities and interests. One would play the violin and piano while the other chose the electric guitar. Never the less, they are very well behaved. Hopefully Lina takes notice and would want to learn an instrument. I want her to express herself. In any way possible.
One day, the twins were downstairs doing their homework. These boys are really intelligent. They are already in high school. Some of the things that they were learning I don't even understand. It's safe to say these boys are geniuses. I see Lina come up to them and takes one of the books and slides it to her corner.
The boys follow after her to get their book back. They hand the book back and forth to each other. Playing with her. She jumps but couldn't reach it. I am walking over to them to discipline my child because she shouldn't steal.
" Da-mon, Der-ek!" She yells. I run to her in shock. The boys are so stunned, they drop the book. She takes the book and goes to her corner and opens it to read. SHE SPEAKS!
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