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the coast with his great uncle
who was fleeing the city.
He would stay behind and join them later.
“I will catch up with you as soon as I get our
affairs squared away with the new government,” he promised her.
“They will be buy my property and I will take the money and we’ll
start a new life. But you need to go.”
“But why Papa?” The young girl cried. “It makes no
sense. We should all go now. Together.”
“Your mother and I will find you in California in
America,” he said without any apparent fear or doubt.
Her great Uncle was a quiet man. She thought she
could trust him. When they stopped off for her to go to the side of
the road in the trees to relieve herself, he came to her.
She was too frightened to yell or cry. Afraid that
they would leave her behind.
He did it every time they pulled off to the side.
Eventually, she learned to hold it in.
They got the coast and wasted no time. The country
was in full collapse. She hopped a small motorboat in the South
China Sea. There were thirteen of them at the beginning. When they
met up with an Indonesian freighter, 9 days later, Lo was the last
person alive. She was weak and sickly, but begging for the
opportunity to go to America.
One of the ship captains on the Indonesian commercial
ship took a liking to her. He offered her trade to an American
bound ship if she would lie down with him. When she refused, he
raped her.
She took the pain and learned to say yes until she
arrived in the US. A couple weeks later, her boat entered the LA
Ship Channel and a new life.
She was pregnant and she knew the American father was
here somewhere. He said they could be together, so she set out to
find him.
The baby was a girl and she grew up beautiful. She
did nails and hair in Westminster. She looked sort of American.
Taller than many of her Asian friends, but not overly tall. Proud
and hardworking. She learned the language pretty well. Her name was
Phong.
Phong married a man who let her move in her mother.
He was white and worked in the ship channel loading and unloading
cargo. He drank a lot. He beat her and often.
She never had a problem getting a new manicure and
pedicure job. She was beautiful, but she was nearly forty now.
This tall white guy would come in every so often. He
asked her out on many dates. (She never wore a wedding ring to
work.) His name was Chris and he used to play for the Lakers. Or so
he said.
They went out and by the second date, they were
sleeping together. It beat getting beaten. That’s how she looked at
it.
He bragged to his buddies how even though she was ten
years older than him, she looked like a supermodel.
Chapter 12--Sex Power
Brea thought very little of Chris as October turned
to November. Yes, she had a new way of seeing life after she read
her mom’s journal. Yes, she was maturing now that she was out
working not one but two jobs. Yes, she now felt like her future
could be brighter if she helped her mom find that same bright
future.
It was all different and to her it was exciting.
She was was at heart a person who enjoyed going
against the grain. If she were to get married she was sure it would
be a very low key affair. Her reasoning, she explained to Lacey in
a pot induced haze one sunny day, is that she would be keeping
other people in mind by not overdoing the self-celebration.
“Let’s face it, people have big weddings and
graduation parties and all that, for the attention and free gifts,”
she said pointedly. “That’s the heart of what motivates them. It’s
the dirty little secret of it all. No one calls bullshit because
they want to reserve the right to show off themselves with their
own wedding party. They want to make sure they can get in on the
free gifts with her own party. They will always say they do it
because they want to share their happiness with all these people.
Frame it
who was fleeing the city.
He would stay behind and join them later.
“I will catch up with you as soon as I get our
affairs squared away with the new government,” he promised her.
“They will be buy my property and I will take the money and we’ll
start a new life. But you need to go.”
“But why Papa?” The young girl cried. “It makes no
sense. We should all go now. Together.”
“Your mother and I will find you in California in
America,” he said without any apparent fear or doubt.
Her great Uncle was a quiet man. She thought she
could trust him. When they stopped off for her to go to the side of
the road in the trees to relieve herself, he came to her.
She was too frightened to yell or cry. Afraid that
they would leave her behind.
He did it every time they pulled off to the side.
Eventually, she learned to hold it in.
They got the coast and wasted no time. The country
was in full collapse. She hopped a small motorboat in the South
China Sea. There were thirteen of them at the beginning. When they
met up with an Indonesian freighter, 9 days later, Lo was the last
person alive. She was weak and sickly, but begging for the
opportunity to go to America.
One of the ship captains on the Indonesian commercial
ship took a liking to her. He offered her trade to an American
bound ship if she would lie down with him. When she refused, he
raped her.
She took the pain and learned to say yes until she
arrived in the US. A couple weeks later, her boat entered the LA
Ship Channel and a new life.
She was pregnant and she knew the American father was
here somewhere. He said they could be together, so she set out to
find him.
The baby was a girl and she grew up beautiful. She
did nails and hair in Westminster. She looked sort of American.
Taller than many of her Asian friends, but not overly tall. Proud
and hardworking. She learned the language pretty well. Her name was
Phong.
Phong married a man who let her move in her mother.
He was white and worked in the ship channel loading and unloading
cargo. He drank a lot. He beat her and often.
She never had a problem getting a new manicure and
pedicure job. She was beautiful, but she was nearly forty now.
This tall white guy would come in every so often. He
asked her out on many dates. (She never wore a wedding ring to
work.) His name was Chris and he used to play for the Lakers. Or so
he said.
They went out and by the second date, they were
sleeping together. It beat getting beaten. That’s how she looked at
it.
He bragged to his buddies how even though she was ten
years older than him, she looked like a supermodel.
Chapter 12--Sex Power
Brea thought very little of Chris as October turned
to November. Yes, she had a new way of seeing life after she read
her mom’s journal. Yes, she was maturing now that she was out
working not one but two jobs. Yes, she now felt like her future
could be brighter if she helped her mom find that same bright
future.
It was all different and to her it was exciting.
She was was at heart a person who enjoyed going
against the grain. If she were to get married she was sure it would
be a very low key affair. Her reasoning, she explained to Lacey in
a pot induced haze one sunny day, is that she would be keeping
other people in mind by not overdoing the self-celebration.
“Let’s face it, people have big weddings and
graduation parties and all that, for the attention and free gifts,”
she said pointedly. “That’s the heart of what motivates them. It’s
the dirty little secret of it all. No one calls bullshit because
they want to reserve the right to show off themselves with their
own wedding party. They want to make sure they can get in on the
free gifts with her own party. They will always say they do it
because they want to share their happiness with all these people.
Frame it
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