Parent-teacher meetings seemed to be the worst. I felt like it should have been her helping me with my homework instead of the other way around. There would be nights when she would have trouble with her homework and I never wanted to help her. Her determination for a better life for herself and her kids pushed her to learn the language.įor a time, my mother took classes to get her GED. Hand gestures and expressions exchanged with the Asian woman started off her journey in learning English. She started off learning English at a local Asian market in Chicago. I had the idea implanted in my head that if my mother didn’t know English perfectly, she was considered lazy and uneducated. And honestly, I was on their side for years, embarrassed of what I had to go through.Īs a child I was ashamed, and I had a misconception of what broken English actually was. That is when I realized how harsh people can be to the sound of imperfection. With every word she got out, he would laugh and roll his eyes in the opposite direction. He then turns to me to talk about the tablets, avoiding all eye contact with my mother, as though she disgusted him.
My mother was trying to explain what had happened, but he refuses to fix the tablets. She begins to speak, but immediately the man begins to grin and chuckle under his breath. We eventually walk into the store with my brothers happily beaming and jumping from one foot to the next in hopes of getting their tablets fixed.Ī man is standing at the back of the store behind old furniture as my mother approaches him in a friendly matter. We stared at the extended fractures that zigzag across one of my brother’s tablets as my mother cuts off the roaring car engine.
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