From: "Vui Le" <Vui.Le@vuico.com>
Sent: Tuesday, February 25, 2003 10:03 AM
To: My Family
Cc:
Subject: Thoughts about Dad and about Ha
Folks:
It was the winter of 1975. Our family's first winter in the US, and the
little house on 147 St. Johns Avenue in Charleston Heights, South
Carolina, could not keep all of us warm. Ha was about one
year-old. One night she came down with a severe fever. Mom put 'dau cu
la' on her, and gave her aspirin, but to no avail. Ha's fever kept
getting worse. Mom, Dad and the whole family were in great panic.
Dad and I went to the Eckerd store, next to the old Winn-Dixie. It was
late at night, and the store was about to close. The clerk behind the
counter looked at us like troublemakers, and was anxious to get rid of
us. Dad struggled so hard to tell the clerk what he needed, but the
lack of vocabulary was so overwhelming that the frustration between the
two was unbearable.
Have you ever seen a 45 year-old man on the verge to tears trying to
communicate to save his daughter? Have you ever stood there helplessly
watching your Dad struggle so hard to the point of breakdown? Dad was
trying with all his heart to do something for his youngest daughter. All
he wanted was to purchase the suppository drug for Ha's fever.
I was at the hospital last Thursday, when the Cardiologist discharged
Dad. This time, Dad was the one that is ill, and Ha was there to help.
With her limited Vietnamese skills, Ha was trying so hard to interpret
the words from the doctor, trying to be thorough without scaring Dad.
The Vietnamese words that Ha used, and her frustration with the language
reminded me of that cold night in Charleston. This winter, Dad was
risking his well being to attend Ha's wedding, and Ha was trying to do
the right things for Dad.
One thing was clear. Our youngest sister is growing up to be a fine
person. Another thing: our family is still struggling to help each
other. And that is a really good thing.
Vui Le
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