Personal Narrative: My Dream Of Growing Up In Vietnam

Growing up in Vietnam was the same as with any typical Vietnamese family there. My parent divorced when I was five. My mother, brother and I lived with my grandma, aunt, uncle and their 3 children, My grandma, auntie, uncle, and my mother did not finish 5th-grade. I was fortunate to finished grade 11th. My brother and cousin could not make it to high school. In Vietnam free public education was not available. I, like so many young Vietnamese, had to drop out of school for two common reasons: First, because my family could not afford to pay, and second I had to start working to help support my family. This was saddened me because I wanted to continue my education, however it was the norm and I expected that day would come. I had worked on …show more content…
We dated a long distance relationship and communicated mainly via email. We tied a knot in 2002 after one year dating. 2003, I departed Vietnam to California for my husband. I thought, my dream of going back to school is about to come true. However, as soon as I arrived, I realized English language was harder then I knew it was; It killed my ambitious, my confident, it crushed my dream. I struggled to get around or communicate with people. American 's life was hard. I knew I had to set a different goal for my life. I chose to become a Nail Technician. The course was short, English was not necessary, and I could work almost any where; and till today, I am still one the great nails technician. The job is very creative, I passionated and it train me to be very patient and caring. Although I loved my job, that is what it felt like, a job, not a career. The thought of finishing school grew more and more intense as the days went by but I was married now, working 80-hours a week, to help support my family that now consisted of my husband and I and two beautiful daughters. I figured my life would always be like and I tried to get a grip on this version if reality but I had a yearning to go back to school and I simply couldn 't accept the idea of never going returning to finish. My questions still be how and when. I have so much …show more content…
Especially, here in the Valley so many people are unfortunately to have the opportunity to get an education; which leads to less income, which creates many stresses. Stress can easily cause sickness, and the lack of money means they cannot get proper healthcare, or much less and costly medications for medical-treatment. It unfolded there right before my eyes, it was a cycle. The most burden stories were the cancer cases. I have witness my friends and their family going through such painful event in their life. I cried with them when their love one lost the battle against cancer; though, I also shared some laugh with them when their love one won similar battle. Despite some rare joys moment, my mind often raced and I felt shocked every time I become aware of one be unfortunate because of evil cancer. And every time I hear these tragic stories I feel that it 's a revelation. I feel not only the desire to help these people but the need to. It is a need so strong that it changed my life forever. I want to be a pharmacist. I want to be able to help people, any age, ethnicity, social or economic status. I want to make a change. I know that if I study medicine, I will be able to help to educate people to understand and use medication at their best effective way. I have come to realize that a person face with any illness finds himself in a moment of frustration