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First things first!
I CAN'T EAT ANYMORE!!! my face is rejecting it, when it's usually the other way around. the torment!
So here’s how the story goes…
…my Chinese grandmother is from Beijing (Chao-Jeo is the dialect she speaks, she also speak Cambodian).(me and my grandma)She migrated to Cambodia to look for opportunities (I don’t know much detail). Her first child was a daughter that was really weak and predisposed for sickness. Grandma was very poor so she couldn’t afford medicine for her. In her desperation, she sought out to find a wealthier family that could actually accommodate for her needs.
(Eunaleska and her great-grandma, eunaleska's great-great-grandmother is 95.)
Remember how I said my mom’s adoptive dad worked as a detective for the king of Cambodia? Well, in his nature he loved children BUT couldn’t get any of his own and so he adopted my mom. My Chinese grandmother agreed to LET GO of all attachments.
My mom grew up hating Chinese people. LOL . Very ironic but true. People kept on calling her Chinese since her skin was so fair and pale.
So at 18 years old the Khmer Rouge (communist extremist regime) over threw the government and families were torn apart. My grandmother decided this was the time to tell my mom the truth, so she met her real mother. And the adoptive parents said she can go back with her real mother if she wanted. But my mom loved her father and couldn’t be without him and so she stayed by his side to live and die together during the civil war. (remind me to tell you how he DIED and came back to LIFE during the war and then became a Christian. TRUE.)
Her adoptive father was a very generous man. Although I told the story of how he pulled out a gun when the psychic told him that his daughter was going to be married to a farmer, he’s usually not like that. He raised her with all the love he had…it was a balance though cuz the adoptive mother was physically abusive while the adoptive father went to work for the king a month at a time. My mom told me how my adoptive grandma use to tie her up and beat her, but that’s a different story.
Actually, the same grandmother use to hit me a lot too. Once she tied me up and put me in the trashcan and threatened to throw me away. LOL. But actually it was my fault. I was a really bad kid. And it didn’t help that my adoptive grandfather sometimes HAD ME DRINK BEER WITH HIM WHEN I WAS 4 YRS OLD. ---------------random photos--------------------------Nausicaa would pick the icing off the cake and feed it to me
"i'm your uncle, it's mandatory to PLAY with me. " "WE CAUGHT A FISH! les eat it!" you can see she's scared shitless of me but i just force her to play with me
"now smile or else people might know you're not having fun" "fine, i'll teach you some mixed martial arts if boys try to put their hands on you""see! cuz look at uncle, boys don't touch me anymore""you pretend to be their friend...""then you hit em over the head with a big rock!" "just don't use these moves on me" " i'm stuck! .. damnit too fat!"
.hm.... there's something different about dary today.... ...oh ..thas right...she usually wears a red sweater... she does kung fu too...she happens to be one of the best "southern fist" women this country has ever had. -------------------------ghetto word of the week--------------grill - noun - face; countenance1. i'm sorry to be all up in your grill.2. please don't sit on my grill. lol. ------------------------------------------------------------ last week: escalator = ask her later. that was kinda a joke but it wasn't funny cuz it's my joke. goodnite and happy thanks!
"One day I will die SO today I will eat." –D.Y.