I was born in Saigon, Vietnam to a hot tempered daddy who loves his family very much, and to a gambling craze mother who was very strict to her daughters. My grandpa ( on my daddy's side) was a well known magistrate in the city. Everybody in town knew my grandpa, and of the good deeds he has done. My grandpa was one of the wealthiest person in Saigon,and he bought this three story mansion for all of his ten children to live. My other grandpa (on my mom's side) was a businessman, leasing homes to others for rent. Because of both of grandparents' prestige and wealth, my parents were like the modern day Prince William and Duchess Kate. My parents did not have to work to make ends meet. We had a nanny and a housekeeper who cooked for us, cleaned our house, and took care of my sisters and me. My mommy didn't have to cook for us, especially since she didn't know how to cook. My mommy would occasionally sell homemade yogurt on the streets when she was bored. Due to my grandpa's status as a magistrate in Saigon, my daddy was granted permission to not enter the war at that time. My family lived the life we could ever wanted, having everything at the tip of our finger. However, it soon changed.
Shortly after I was born, my mommy was diagnosed with brain tumor. My mommy was hospitalized for a really long time, so long that I had no vivid memories with her. The only memory I have about her, was when I was a little over one and my daddy took me over to visit my mother for the first time in awhile. I remembered running up the stairs, and standing in the front of the room, looking at the lady in bed with open arms for me to run to. She told me to come to her, but I yelled back, that she was not my mommy!! My mommy was dressed in the white hospital gown, with tubes and bandages all over her arm, and her hair was shave off, and she was wearing a hat. My mommy realized that I was scared of the bandages and the tubes the doctors placed on her arm, so she immediately took it off. When she took it off, I realized that was my mommy, and I yelled out, " mommy!!!". I wish I have more memories of my mommy, so that I can think more about her, and not have to wonder from the stories I hear from my sisters who she was.
Unfortunately, my mommy passed away a month before my birthday. My mommy passed away because the doctors in Vietnam were unprofessional, uneducated, corrupted, and money-greedy people. After operating to remove my mommy's brain tumor, the doctors were incompetent and failed to properly stitch and bandage my mommy's wounds carefully. My mommy passed away, not because of brain tumor, but because of infection when they failed to tightly bandage her after surgery. This ultimately lead to the leakage of the fluid from the brain, and causing an infection. My daddy spent countless amount of money for my mommy's treatment, but no matter how he spent, the greedy doctors couldn't save her. My daddy told me he had to bribe the doctors and nurses there, so that they would operate on my mommy first, and so that they would be extra careful when it was surgery day. For this reason, my daddy and I both resent the doctors and nurses in Vietnam, because all they wanted was money. If we didn't have the money, then those doctors and nurses would have turned us down? I wished there was a way for them to be punish for being so greedy, and corrupted. Doctors are supposed to give patients medical treatments because of their medical expertise, and help the sick,not demand countless amount of money for their selfish deeds!!!
After my mommy passed away, my daddy finally decided to immigrant to America. We would have immigrant here in 1992, but there was some paperwork issues because the government officials in Vietnam didn't believe I was my daddy's biological daughter. After I was born, my parents decided to put my third uncle as my father on documents because they thought he was going to move to Australia. My parents wanted me to be able to have the best in life. So it took awhile for the my daddy and my uncle to switch the names of my documents. That was why we finally came to America in 1995. Our life in America not only opens new doors of opportunities, but also some very unpleasant events.
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