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Mother Jenny Y. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

When I look at my mom, I see a mother happily settled with a husband and a daughter. I see that though age has thickened her waistline and lined her face, she still carries herself with the youthful legs of a 20-year-old and lets her thick, black hair trail across her shoulders. When I look at her, although I see a woman in her late 40s, I can still see the girl she once was in rural China – a girl my age, but with so much more courage than I could ever hope to have.

My mom's story begins on a small farm in the Shandong Province of communist China. I close my eyes and suddenly I'm there, on the hard dirt, smelling the earthy musk of the air, feeling a warm sun behind my head, with nothing but fields for miles. And I see my mom. She swears I look almost like she did at my age. She's far away, but I can see that her skin, though slightly dirty from her work in the fields, is still much paler than mine; though her back is hunched from the yoke she is carrying, I see that her thin body moves athletically.

I follow her until she arrives at her house, which she shares with her parents and siblings. It is a mud hut, like the others in her village, but it seems especially small and run-down. I gingerly enter, noting the dirt floors and the grainy smell of cornmeal mush from the pot in the fire. It occurs to me that my mom is very poor.

She is on the floor, creating a book bag for her ragged textbooks. I watch her work with nimble ­fingers. Even now, her eyes hold the steely glint of determination that will later separate her from others. My heart sinks when I realize that I am the only one who understands her thirst for knowledge, the reason she walks three miles every day to get to school.

Her parents think that girls are better off working in the fields than studying, and now, as she reads her books, I hear her mother snap at her and throw her new book bag outside. Her bag is soiled now, crumpled in the mud and chicken waste, absolutely useless. As just an onlooker in a memory, I can do nothing, nothing but watch a familiar face fall and cry. I cover my ears.

Like a tape fast-forwarding, time progresses. Now I see my mom in her teens, waiting for admission results from a famous high school. She has studied hard for the test but with joy, since she feels no suffering in learning. Suddenly I spy her jumping, smiling and laughing, waving a paper in her hand while her family stands nearby, more shocked than happy. No one else from their village passed the test. It was my mom, only my mom, who made it to that high school. I wasn't surprised when I found myself leaping and cheering silently along with her.

She is my biggest fan now; I am her biggest fan here in the past. Later, at her new high school, I proudly watch as she continues to rise to the top. Many of her essays are published in newspapers, and students seek her advice when a test is approaching. She likes the attention, and I feel honored to be related to such an intelligent person.

As I walk with her through her journey, I finally come to the point I have been looking forward to most: her life in America. After passing several tests and finding a person to sponsor her, she becomes a college student majoring in mechanical engineering at UCLA. At first, I sense her loneliness and panic as she tries to adapt to her new surroundings, full of different smells, languages, and people. Never before has she eaten a pineapple, driven a car, or used a toilet with plumbing. Though her English is broken and she knows little about American culture, I can tell she is more than grateful to be here. Her dorm room is much cleaner than the mud shack back home. Here she has access to electricity and running water, and most importantly, better schools. At UCLA, she has so many opportunities to grow and advance in her field.

Her journey to America was for just one reason: education. Though having an education would better her life, I know she didn't do it for herself. My mom did not want her children to have the same life she did; she wanted them to have an easier life that would not require hard labor. I saw what my mom went through, and I'm filled with gratitude that she made the brave choice to move here. I am so very grateful.

I open my eyes, and I find myself sitting on a cushioned chair, my feet no longer touching dirt but resting on a hardwood floor. A laptop is in front of me, its fan running noisily. How long have I carelessly let it idle? I shut it down, reminding myself to type my essay later. After all, I know my story now. I can tell it by heart.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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candybar2008 said...
Jan. 19, 2010 at 6:45 pm
dude i know a friend who's parens had to go thru this. and you captured it rite on.
 
9CatsPerLife101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 6:29 pm
i sincerely hope i did.
 
HorsesCANfly21 said...
Jan. 19, 2010 at 6:30 pm
my parents are from China too, and they went through the same thing. im glad that there's someone out there who can relate with my feelings for my parents as well.
 
9CatsPerLife101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 6:29 pm
nice! it's sad isn't it, tho? the best we can do is be grateful for what they've done for us.
 
samantha.cole said...
Jan. 19, 2010 at 6:27 pm
Words cannot describe how much this rocks. Keep it up :]
 
9CatsPerLife101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 6:28 pm
haha thanks i do have more work ;]
 
Write.Out.Loud said...
Jan. 19, 2010 at 6:25 pm
This is...beautiful. It had a happy ending but it was sad at the same time. Love it!
 
9CatsPerLife101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 6:28 pm
thansk for reading!
 
iXthejobros>< This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 6:56 pm
i love it too
 
azngurlll16 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 6:59 pm
so meaningful!
 
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