The second time I cried, was when I got scolded by sous-chef nurse. She was bold and bossy, thinking she was the chief, because the real chief was away. She criticized my behaviour and my Vietnamese language. She said that the way I speak wasn't respectful enough. She kept scolding me, minutes after minutes, I just nodded as I listen through her words, which others didn't understand, but could see that I wasn't comfortable. Then, it wasn't until she left the room that also went out to burst out in tears. I cry when I get scold..cuz I'm not used to being scold. It happened in elementary and high school too. Ha...I'm a big baby. At that time, I felt like all the blame was put upon me, since I'm the only one who can speak. I knew that Mijanou and Linda would want to fight back, so I didn't tell them everything she said. My tears were enough to enrage them and I didn't want to cause any more problems, because we were at the 1st or 2nd week of work only. In the end...I only have to dump feelings back inside and force a smile out. That nurse never knew...lol.
The third time I cried was when I was in the movies theaters with Mijanou. We were watching The Warlords (Jet Li). I'm not a fan of anyone of them, but it was so heart-wrenching when the brothers betrayed each other. It could be felt...so she turns around when she heard "plock plock plock", I couldn't stop. Yeah, movies can bring my tears out, but this one...she still remember up until now. haha. Mijanou got traumatized. And I was left...kneelex-less. Urgh.
The fourth time I cried, the girls couldn't take it anymore. They talked about it behind my back, in front of my face, and we pick up a fight. It is hard to play the mother for 6 weeks. It's hard going through moments where you can't get time for yourself and be alone.
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Yeh...I realized my current entries are quite dark and gloomy and sad...and I can't help it.
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