Carolina Yanette Vlaun: A Monologue Of My Father

My full name is Christina Kaysone Chantharavongsa and I was born March 23, 1995 in Bridgeport Hospital located in Bridgeport, Connecticut. It was a little city and a small world since a ton of people would know each other. My parents were in an arranged marriage and were both moved to the United States from Laos during their high school years. But I’m actually half Laotian and Thai since my mom’s side is Thai from Thailand although she was born in an Asian Southeastern country called Laos. I’m the second oldest out of four children with two sisters and one brother. The order goes from Sarah, Christina (me),

At a moment in your life, your birth was the most important that that happened. Did you ever wonder how you were born or what happened when you were born? Well I always wondered about my birth. On Tuesday, October 7, 1997, at 3:04 in the afternoon, I was born at University Hospital. My mom had me in the rainbow and babies section where she was induced because she was having complications so the doctors broke her water. The doctors gave her the epidural to help with the contractions during labor. Once the doctors gave her the epidural, they asked if there was anybody she wanted to be there. My mom insisted she didn’t want anybody there while she was going through labor. After she started pushing, I came into the world; I was 6 pounds and 3

I was born July 18, 1999 to my parents Joel and Kathy at Forrest General Hospital in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. I was a month early, but I was such a large baby that the doctor said “if he came on time he would have driven us home”. My mom was thrilled to have her first and only child; she named me Dylan, after the son of Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee. My name was strongly debated by my Irish Catholic Great Grandmother, who insisted I be named after a saint. After a failed attempt by Father Tommy Conway to convince her of the great Saint Dylan, my mother agreed to give me the middle name Thomas.

I was born May, 30th 1989 at Wadley Medical in Texarkana, Ar. I was born to Kym Crispino from Queens, NY and William Lee of Hot Springs, Ar. My parents were young when they had me. We were very poor at times, but they always made sure I had what I needed. I was an only child, but grew up around plenty of cousins. I have lived in Texarkana my entire life. My parents split up when I was twelve, and my mother and I moved out into the country on a dead-end street with no children in the area, I became very sheltered and a little socially awkward.

On the night of December 19th, 2003, a baby is born. Her mom’s a social worker, her dad’s a nephrologist, and she has one older sister. Her name is Sophia Galoustian, although later she will wish to be called Sophie. After two years of living in Maine, the family moves to California, where Sophie will grow up.I am Sophia Galoustian, and this is part of who I am.

I was born in Craven Community Hospital in New Bern North Carolina on Thursday, May 23,1991. Craven Community Hospital is the only hospital in New Bern, both of my parents born in the same hospital. New Bern is a very small city in North Carolina many people have never heard of it, a lot of my family on both sides still live there. Like most cities in North Carolina, they are retirement cities, everything moves slow down there and there isn’t much for young people to do. Due to this, my parents moved from New Bern when I was about six months old, we moved to Maryland with my grandmother, my mom’s mother. We lived with her until my parents were able to get their own place. My grandmother loved that we had

I had been an only child for eight years so when my parents told me I was going to be a big sister I was shocked. I thought I was going to be an only child my whole life. It was normal for me to do things alone and I’m normally not thrilled about change but I was excited. We decided to name him Houston Michael Peters. He was originally supposed to be born on the thirty first of January, the same day as my dad. But he was born 2 days early on the twenty-ninth of January two thousand and fourteen and that's the day my life changed for the better.

I was born at seven-thirty in Manhattan, New York on October 14th, 2002 to seventeen-year-old, Samantha Souchet and eighteen-year-old, Luis Soto. They were kids having a kid. I was raised by many women on one block. Such as my two great-grandmothers, my grandmother, my mother and my three aunts. I was the only child in the house so I kind of grew up acting like a little adult, which I still kind of act like. You tend to learn a lot of things from living with a bunch of women your whole life. I always speak of all the lessons they taught me but I hardly ever speak of my father. My father is my hero and role model.

My birth name is Azucena Margarita Montano Macias. Although, I like my name, I prefer to go by Azucena. I was born on September 25, 1990 in Jalisco, Mexico. My parents immigrated to the United States in 1993 and brought me and my siblings along. We have resided in California since our arrival to the U.S. I am the youngest of three. My brother, Jose, is the oldest; he is thirty-four years old. My sister, Sara, is the middle child; she is turning thirty-two this year. My sister has three children, two boys and one girl; all of which are under the age of thirteen.

At times life can seem so random, it’s scary. Everyone has a place on this little Earth we share. First and foremost, we are all children born from a mother but for many people, that’s where our similarities end. As a little girl or boy there is a big wide worlds of innocence and possibilities. Your born gender already influences you, depending on where you live, how many siblings you have. Maybe you lived close to the city and loved

I was born on May 24, 1999 in a small hospital in a town just outside the capital of Puerto Rico called Rio Piedras. I was the second and last born into a young, loving, strong couple named Selma and Edgar Sanchez. They believed that in order to live a strong, fruitful

At 18 years old, my mother was dating Marco Antonio Flores and was given a decision to make that changed her life. Her father had found out that she was dating him, and asked her, “La escuela o el novio?” This means that she had to either choose the school or her boyfriend and she chose her boyfriend, who ended up being my father. So, my mom left with my dad to the United States and they ended up having me, Emily Sugey Flores Sevilla. After a couple years my sister was on the way, but my dad had cheated on my mom and she wasn’t going to have it, so she kicked him out the house.

I was born on September 26, 2003, at the Northridge Hospital. My mom had just rented an apartment for a roof to live. She wanted a fresh start for her new daughter, but we were only going to live there for a few years. She named me Janellie because the name Nellie runs in the family. My grandmother’s name was Maria Nellie, and many of my cousins are named Nellie as well. My father still wanted something unique for his first child. My mom already had a daughter with another person years before she met my dad. After a while, my parents decided on naming me Janellie.

Childhood; such as loss of parent, going to Boarding School, divorce of parent, bullying etc.

On a day like no other, March 7th, 1997, a star was born – an anxiety stricken star, but a star nonetheless. My birthday is actually March 7, 1997 and I was born in Ionia, Michigan with the name of Alondra Gonzalez. I lived in Michigan until I was about 4 years old when my birth mother (Courtney), brother (Ian), and I left on a greyhound to Philadelphia. While living in Ionia, my birth grandmother and aunt on my father’s side basically raised me, and they are the ones that taught me Spanish. However, when my birth mother, brother, and I moved to Philadelphia, they did not come with and I lost the Spanish. Because I was so young when I lived in Ionia, I don’t remember much, but what I do remember is a blue truck and the rides we took in it, long walks, and the smell of Play-Doh. My birth mother had 4 children, but only 2 of us went with her to Philly because my sister stayed with her father and my other brother was adopted at birth so I never met him, or at least don’t remember if I did.