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    samoeunchheng
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    “Samoeun Chheng story”

    “chapter two”

    It was the middle of summer in July of 1989 I guess I was to young
    didn’t understand why the guy who I call dad is packing his things
    into a bag gettin ready to leave. I don’t know what to do didn’t
    really know how I feel am not his child why would he stay for. Just a
    little boy I saw my mom crying her eyes out the biggest tears drop I
    had ever seen one by one they drop down to the dirt floor i swear that
    night she cry enough to fill up the buckets that I carry every
    morning. By her side me and my brother stayed close as we watch him
    leave us out the door just like that he was gone.
    The hot summer days kept on passing day by day, one by one and another
    after the other me and my brother waited for my mom to get out of her
    class that she had to take so we can maybe get sponsored to go to
    America. There goes the sound of the school bells ringing class just
    got over. Looking for her I see a women running toward me it’s my mom
    she said she got some good news.
    “We got sponsored and the we leave in two days so pack your things and
    stuff and be ready to leave first thing that morning”. She said with
    joy.
    The Night before we had to leave i was laying there in my bed couldn’t
    go to sleep for some reason I guess I felt over excited can’t wait to
    be on a airplane. I close my eyes and I started to sleep.
    Not to long after I was woken up by loud yelling coiming from my mom
    yelling at My brother to get up that it’s almost time tell your
    brother to get up too. But I was already awake Pull my blanket off of
    me hop out of bed and got myself ready now all I need to do is wash my
    face.
    In a big open field group of people stood and wait for the bus to come
    and get us all line up by size of the family. So single mother and
    kids got to get on the bus first then single father and kids then the
    husband and wife and thier kids.
    Am sittin next to my brother and my mom is holdin samrith in her arms
    we are sitting in middle of the bus I took a look out my window I hear
    a loud sound.I look around me wondering what it was I hear poeple
    yelling” to America here we go”.
    As the bus started to move I began to feel sick I said to my mom “Mak
    eh! Mak! I don’t feel so good I feel like throwing up Mak!”. ” what’s
    wrong samoeun” she asked me.
    I can see she was lookin for a bag but before she even hands it to me
    its alredy coming out of my mouth on to the floor of the bus I can see
    it rolling down all the way to the back of the bus.
    I was so scraed people was gonna get mad but not even one person said
    a word. I guess they was just happy to be going to America why out of
    everybody on the bus I had to be the one who gets sick I guess a part
    of me got home sick can’t believe it true we got so lucky cuase after
    the war was over they started to send people leading them back in to
    Cambodia that it’s safe now.
    For those who didn’t get to go to America all had to pack thier things
    and head back in to Cambodia.

    [Message last modified 03-31-2011 03:30am by samoeunchheng]

    #561135
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    gizdawg
    Participant

    Hi Samoeun,

    What a moving life story!!! Like you, my family got to go to America in 1985. I was 5 at the time. 25 years later, I can still remember vividly Kouldang and the world around it! Now, its nothing but a dead zone! How sympathetic the times have passed!!!

    Yet, your story rekindles a lot of what happened after the war!

    Thanks for the story!

    [i]Originally posted by samoeunchheng[/i]
    “Samoeun Chheng story”

    “chapter two”

    It was the middle of summer in July of 1989 I guess I was to young
    didn’t understand why the guy who I call dad is packing his things
    into a bag gettin ready to leave. I don’t know what to do didn’t
    really know how I feel am not his child why would he stay for. Just a
    little boy I saw my mom crying her eyes out the biggest tears drop I
    had ever seen one by one they drop down to the dirt floor i swear that
    night she cry enough to fill up the buckets that I carry every
    morning. By her side me and my brother stayed close as we watch him
    leave us out the door just like that he was gone.
    The hot summer days kept on passing day by day, one by one and another
    after the other me and my brother waited for my mom to get out of her
    class that she had to take so we can maybe get sponsored to go to
    America. There goes the sound of the school bells ringing class just
    got over. Looking for her I see a women running toward me it’s my mom
    she said she got some good news.
    “We got sponsored and the we leave in two days so pack your things and
    stuff and be ready to leave first thing that morning”. She said with
    joy.
    The Night before we had to leave i was laying there in my bed couldn’t
    go to sleep for some reason I guess I felt over excited can’t wait to
    be on a airplane. I close my eyes and I started to sleep.
    Not to long after I was woken up by loud yelling coiming from my mom
    yelling at My brother to get up that it’s almost time tell your
    brother to get up too. But I was already awake Pull my blanket off of
    me hop out of bed and got myself ready now all I need to do is wash my
    face.
    In a big open field group of people stood and wait for the bus to come
    and get us all line up by size of the family. So single mother and
    kids got to get on the bus first then single father and kids then the
    husband and wife and thier kids.
    Am sittin next to my brother and my mom is holdin samrith in her arms
    we are sitting in middle of the bus I took a look out my window I hear
    a loud sound.I look around me wondering what it was I hear poeple
    yelling” to America here we go”.
    As the bus started to move I began to feel sick I said to my mom “Mak
    eh! Mak! I don’t feel so good I feel like throwing up Mak!”. ” what’s
    wrong samoeun” she asked me.
    I can see she was lookin for a bag but before she even hands it to me
    its alredy coming out of my mouth on to the floor of the bus I can see
    it rolling down all the way to the back of the bus.
    I was so scraed people was gonna get mad but not even one person said
    a word. I guess they was just happy to be going to America why out of
    everybody on the bus I had to be the one who gets sick I guess a part
    of me got home sick can’t believe it true we got so lucky cuase after
    the war was over they started to send people leading them back in to
    Cambodia that it’s safe now.
    For those who didn’t get to go to America all had to pack thier things
    and head back in to Cambodia.

    [Message last modified 03-31-2011 03:30am by samoeunchheng]

    #1662115
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    samoeunchheng
    Participant

    Thank you for reading

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