My Letter : My Dear Uncle

Since the moment my oldest brothers moved to the United States my family knew we could not be apart from each other. Four years past, enough time to finally go start a new life with my brothers in the U.S. In between those four years I was born, my sisters would always talk about my unknown brother to me. Then they told me we were going to move. I was barely two years when we came to the U.S. It was February 25, 2004 when we said goodbye to my grandparents, mom and dads family. It was a long ride from Mexico City to Nogales, when we arrived in Nogales my brothers friend, Alejandro was waiting for us in a minivan. Alejandro told us that the toughest part was coming. He said we had to split up, my sisters and dad was going to walk through the

My father is a hardworking man; he’s fifty-one and he works about forty hours or more as a welder. He came to America, like many other Vietnamese immigrants, for a better

In one instance, I went fishing with my father. I’m not really fond of the outdoors like he was, but I loved spending time with him. It had been raining earlier that morning, so the fishing area was wet. He insisted we go to is regular spot so we did. It was under an old rugged beat down bridge that was covered with green algae. By the time we

God loved and care for His creation of humanity so much, that He sent Himself to earth in human form, Jesus Christ the messiah to save all people of all nations. God as Jesus develop human relationships with the people around Him, especially the twelve disciples who he sent out to proclaim the message of God’s kingdom. Jesus even spoke to the disciples about loving him more than they would ever love their wife or children before Him. God wanted to be your first love before anyone else in your life, he wanted a lasting deep relationship in your life, He wanted to actively involve with humanity. God loved humanity and wanted an eternal bond with His creation “that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall

Q6) Why does Uncle Jed has breasts, stretch marks, a tan and red marks on his face?

When we got off of the plane, it was a brand new experience for me. I was now in a country that I had never been to before, and where I did not know the language spoken. I was nervous that I would not be able to communicate with anyone. After going through customs, I found my husband. He hugged us cheerfully because he had not seen us in two years, since our daughter was born. He had moved to the United States in the 80’s in search for a better future, for better opportunities for his family.

He had helped to establish a local junior college aimed at providing vocational education for at-risk minorities, and as a hands-on administrator he found himself on some occasions in a physical altercation with a disaffected student. In middle age, he and my mother once were parking their car on a visit to San Francisco when they were suddenly surrounded by several African-American teens. When confronted with their demands, he offered to give the thieves all his cash if they would leave him and my mother alone. Thankfully they took his cash and left.

If he wasn’t at the beach house he was traveling the country in his RV and said he spent his naval career seeing the world and now it was time to see his country. He was an avid speed reader and learner who never wanted to leave a bookstore. If he went missing at the mall we knew where to find him. He was a professional boxer at age 15 and enjoyed watching the sport on TV. On Sundays he was passionate about viewing political shows on TV and we knew on that day not to interrupt him. He attended every sporting event of Amber’s and Ronald’s that he could and was their biggest fan and supportive father in all areas of their lives. In his senior years he believed kindness was one of the most important virtues a person could possess, he was a kind man.

The interviewee is a heterosexual male, Hawaiian Filipino and was born in 1945 in the city of Lanai, Hawaii. Mr. Anthony Sanchez is a retired Master Sergeant in the United States Army. He served in four tours in the Vietnam War. In 1960 he was a senior in high school in Lanai, he was the youngest of seven children and all his brothers had joined the military so he believed that that was also his path. In 1961 Mr. Sanchez graduated high school at 17 and was poised to be inducted into United States Army that very summer after graduation. The relationship I have with the interviewee is that he is my best friend father and we’ve been acquainted for over 30 years. He served as my mentor in my past carrier in the U.S Army and is deserving of my utmost respect which is why I call him Uncle, which is a sign of respect from my island culture.

My grandfather had fought and piloted many planes in the Vietnam War. The war had started in the year of 1955 and my grandfather was only only 16 years old, a sophomore in high school. He had been going with my grandmother Kaye Ivrene, which they met in high school and dated till they married when they both turned 18.

Samuel Seium. My parents had come to America from Eritrea in 1973 as students to get an education with the purpose of returning back to their home country. Unfortunately, a war started between Eritrean and Ethiopia and my parents were unable to return, so they filed for refugee status and it was accepted by the American government. I have one older brother who I am not close with because we have different interest and hobbies. I grew up between two different cultures but my parents wanted me to attach myself to American culture more because they felt that I would be more successful that way in the long-run. Our family started from poor to lower middle class to middle-class status. The atmosphere of our house was caring, supportive, and loving.

The subject of my interview is a 68 year elderly Vietnamese man named Minh “Bi” Ngo. Mr. Ngo has white long hair, a medium long white beard and a distinctive mole on the bottom of his left eye and a thick Vietnamese accent. He was born and raised in Vietnam on April 3rd, 1947. He is also a widow who is currently living with his daughter in Westminster, Orange County. Originally, Mr. Ngo was from the city of Buon Ma Thuot in the province of Dak Lak, Vietnam. He then immigrated to Falls Church, Virginia where he began his new life in the United States. At the time of the interview, Mr. Ngo looked very exhausted yet grateful at the same time. I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Ngo through his daughter, who is a friend of my cousin. I conducted the interview on the afternoon of September 24th, which lasted for two hours. During the interview Mr. Ngo shared with me his experiences during the Vietnam war, his times in the Vietnamese Reeducation camps, his immigration to the United States, and his involvement in the Vietnamese community today. As the interview continues on, I began to comprehend a little bit more on the way it was back then and how the common folks

God created all people as equals. As a believer in God, I serve him through service to others and my community. I take on responsibilities of helping others in my community, volunteering, and donating goods. At all times I abide by these principles: worship only God, respect people, be humble, be honest, live a moral life, be generous with time, practice my views, do not criticize, judge, or condemn, do not hold a grudge, and forgive others. I believe it is right to resist temptation while knowing that evil lurks around. I believe one-day God will return and seek judgment for his people. To live morally and ethically divine is obligatory to have eternal life. As a person and professional, I understand and acknowledge that not all human beings embrace the same views as me and I respect the views of others.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

I don’t have the courage to face you, this is the reason I am writing a Goodbye letter to you by pouring out my feelings, emotions and thoughts about why I am leaving this relationship.