[Story] - Mirror & scar story

I was born and grown up at the small countryside in Vietnam. My parents were farmers. They worked every day from early morning until sunset. Although they did not have much time to talk to me in day time, my father was strict on my studying. He did not allow me to play with friends until I finished all exercises at school. Every night, he checked my exercise and my marks in each subject.

At that time, I was not an adult. I always followed up all things that he set up for me. One day I had a choice to select the college school and major to join the entrance examination. But he decided the school and major that I need to take part in. All things were settle.

He did not listen to me. I told him that I would like to learn more about art subject, join other school and the school that he forced me to join were over my ability. If I did not follow all, I would not have anything such as: foods, clothes, and money. How could I survive during this time when I did not know where I could earn money? I could not leave my family and home without money.

I were angry and shouted when he talked to me. This was the first time he and me argued. No one in family such as grandmother, mother and younger sister could not interfere. Finally, I could not do anything even my interest school. I saw myself in the mirror and hated myself.

Did you know what happened?

I beat this mirror many times until the mirror was broken. My left hand were blooding. My father did not say any word about my action. He kept very quiet and continue smoking. One year later, the broken mirror did not fix. My hand were not blooding. However, my left hand had scar.

I could not pass the exam and join his expected school. I learnt other school with his expect subject (not my interest major). This mirror was fixed after I had graduated.

After graduation, I can choose my interest job and have good career path. My father did not interfere anything. My father became older and had less talking to me. I did not apologize him but my scar always remind me about my action. I keep in my mind that everything can be solved and don’t make people (special my father) offended.

 Vendy (*_*)