heavy raining day diary

Unfortunately yesterday was raining the whole day so I didn’t really go outside. Instead, I just played on my Playstation Four and then finished my homework. Afterwards, my father suddenly had the urge to teach us the Tibetan Language, apparently all of his friends have been saying how its a shame that my sister and I don’t know Tibetan. If I were my father, I would tell them these are my children and they can’t tell me how to raise them. I honestly don’t care about learning the Tibetan language. It’s already somewhat difficult learning English. Plus, we were born in America! Not like most children that were born in Tibet or India and then taken to America. already learning the language. If I’m going to live in America I’d rather learn it’s common language rather than where I am from (somewhere on the other side of the world).

It’s just that, overtime I go to a Tibetan only party, wedding, monastery, etc, they always criticize me. Like, mind your own business! Anyway, Just today my dad was talking about his life before he had me and my sister with my mom. He was talking about when he first came to America. According to him he had no one to help him and he was by himself. He planned on dropping his stuff at the United Stations Building and then heading towards Queens to find a job. Thankfully, he met a man who apparently used to be his friend in India and the man invited my father to join him and his friends. My dad happily accepted the offer and slept in a one room apartment with his buddies. I could tell he enjoyed his time there due to some old photos but eventually moved out because he found a job and the room smelled awful.

He started off working at a popular wig store in New York and then made his way to Whole Foods. In both jobs he seemed to be trustworthy and hardworking so he was appointed manager. That’s when, he met my mother one day in Whole Foods. She was trying to get some groceries and lived in New Jersey near where I am now. I’m happy to see that after a few days they started to get to know each other and dated. My mom soon got pregnant and my dad stayed with her ready for a new child. That child was me! When I was in Pre-K my father and I were walking to our house and had to cross the street. It was Winter time and very slippery, so I slipped to the middle of the street and got hit by a truck. This really scared my dad and I awn sorry for him.