No Life Without A Problem:My Real Life
My name is Richard Orn and I am 17 years old. I am writing about my own life story. Even though I am only seventeen years old, for some people would think that I am thirty-nine years old because my facial appearance and my thoughts seem like a 39 years old man. I have a lot of sense of humors when it comes to making people laugh. Some think I am a funny boy and I often make people feel happy when I share about my experiences and my true life story with them. I was born in the center city of Phnom Penh, Cambodia and currently I still live there. On October 2010, I am a senior high school student and anticipating graduation year 2011. After high school, I really worry about going to a university.
Every night after school I commute to work on my beautiful bicycle at a small restaurant in Tolkok. I am a waiter. I often sleep there after I finish my work. Although I don’t have a home to go to and sleep, I have many places to stay such as the Orphanage dorm, work place, and my Uncle’s house. Sometimes I face many obstacles at my workplace, but I will try working hard to the best of my ability.
My mom lives far away from me and she got married to my so-called stepfather and together they have two children. My biological father left me when I was only twenty-days old. I was a lonely boy, but now I’m not any more because I have you near me and encourage me every time.
Well, the following will tell you some more about my lonely life and the truth of my life. I apologize in advance if my English is not grammatical. I am still learning and I don’t know how to write in good grammar. This story might not be interesting to you to read, but I hope it might help you to understand about my life which I experienced and face daily. Thank you so much for reading to the end. No life is free of problems.
Story start from 1992 till 2010
In 1992, my family had three people, including my mother, grandmother and uncle. They have lived in the same house located in the city of Phnom Penh. My grandfather and some of my other relatives had died during the Pol Pot’s regime. Nowadays some of my survival relatives live in Takeo province. They are farmers.
Everyday my grandmother goes to work at a bread factory near my house and my mother goes to work at the Clothes Shop. She cleans everything and then she starts to sell clothes with her friends at the shop. In November 1992 my uncle got married with a woman and then he left my family to live with his wife. Now there are only my mother and grandmother living in the house. Every morning my mom always gets up early to ride a motor taxi to go to work. In the clothes shop she had many customers and soldiers that came from another countries to buy clothes, hates and shoes, etc. Between 1991 and 1993 there were many foreign soldiers coming to Phnom Penh to work as peacekeepers during the National Election Day for Prime Minister of Cambodia.
While my mom was working there, one soldier from the United States of America came to buy clothes and then met my mother. This U.S. soldier fell in love with my mother and he kept coming to the shop. When he finished his duty in the evening, he came to meet my mom everyday. He rented a house near my house because he loved my mom. Nonetheless, my mom did not love him because she could not speak any English. She considered herself as a good Khmer woman who would not, traditionally, choose a husband without her mother’s arrangement or approval. However he kept coming to visit my mom and spoke a little Khmer language to her everyday. He said, “I love you” in Khmer. (I heard this from my grandma). It’s really fun when he spoke Khmer. Eventually my mom fell in love with this man. He is my biological father. At that point and time, both my father and mother lived together without getting married because they were very busy with their jobs. Two years later, my mom gave birth to me on May 20, 1993 and my dad named me Richard. He bought many things for my birthday. Unfortunately when I was twenty days old, my father left my mother because he had finished his tour of duty in Cambodia. Before he left Cambodia, he talked with my mom a lot. He said he loved my mom and the child. He promised that he would come back to Cambodia again when his son was 6 years old. Then he finally left Cambodia. My mom was very sad and hopeless. She thought the address and photos of my father were not important for her and she did not want to meet my father again. Hence, she cut and burnt my father’s address and photos which he left for her to communicate in the future. (Oh God... I think that’s a crazy idea).
In 1993 there were only three people in my family: my grandma and my mom and me. We were a poor family in Phnom Penh city, but we tried working hard to make a living. My grandma quit her job because she had a responsibility to taking care of me while mom was very busy with her job. Everyday my mom tried to earn some money to spend for our basic needs. I really love my mom…
In 1999 when I was 6 years old, my mom hoped and waited to see my father coming back because my dad had promised that he would come back to Cambodia again. He did not return to meet me and my mother. Oh my God… Why would my dad not want to meet me? Why would he want to leave me? Maybe he had a new wife in America and forgot my family. I still want to know and meet my father before I die one day. My mom was sorry that she cut and burnt the address book and photos of my dad. So right now I am an orphan that has no father. In October 1999 I started to study grade one at Sonturmok Primary school in Phnom Penh.
In 2000 my mom got married with one man that I never knew or met before. He became my stepfather and he started living with my family. I was seven years old and I knew everything around me what’s true and what’s right. I thought to myself that when I had a stepfather, he would make me feel happy and that I could live under his warm love like my real father. Nevertheless everything was opposite. He often did something bad and spoke bad words to me. Sometimes I was sad and I asked myself why he did something like this to me? Now I knew the reason why he did not love me was that he was not my biological father.
In 2002 my mom had baby boy with my stepfather and this boy was my step brother. He was a cute boy and I really loved him. Everyday no one brought me to school because my grandma had to go to work in a bread factory again and my mom and my stepfather were busy protecting their kids. Thus, I walked alone to school located in far distance and scared to cross a road. I was trying to find some friends that I hadn’t met to walk with me. I loved my friends at school but I didn’t like some people near my house because they always called me, “Richard you are half foreigner and half Khmer.” I was shy and I rarely went out side. Oh man!!
In 2003 I was ten years old and I studied grade 5th at primary school and I knew clearly about everything around me what was right and what was wrong. One day my stepfather and my mom decided to take me to live with my uncle because my stepfather said, “I don’t have much money to support you and so you would be better living with your uncle and help him work. Then you would get money for your education.” In my heart, I thought to myself that stepfather did not love me and wanted to get rid of me. I was in shocked and sad. Eventually he took me to my uncle’s house. I felt hopeless and asked myself why my mom would do this to me? I loved my grandma and I didn’t want to leave her. Before I left my family, my grandma told me, “take care yourself and don’t worry I will go to visit you sometime” and then we both cried. Oh God...
In 2004 I have lived with my uncle and I always helped him selling food at his restaurant. I was a waiter there. I worked from 6 to 11 p.m. every night. I was very tired, but I must try to work hard. If I didn’t work and helped him, I would not receive $25 a month. This salary was not enough for me to spend for food, study, and clothes and everything else. But I still worked with him because I didn’t know how to find another job. If I didn’t work with him, I would not have a place to stay at night. Therefore, I was still working with him. When I worked with him at the restaurant, I often had problems with the customers. They didn’t want to pay for their food and drinks when they were heavily intoxicated. Sometimes they were fighting each other and wanted to kill their friends with a gun. My friends and I were really scared. But we still worked there even though we faced with difficulties. This was my first job at the restaurant.
In 2006 I was fourteen years old. Everyday I went to high school and I never quit my study. In that time I didn’t know the English language but my friends who learnt with me knew English well. I wanted to be like them. I started studying English at a private English school and I paid $5 every month. I had studied at the English school for six months and then I stopped because I did not have money to pay for books. It was expensive. I told my uncle about my English school, but he told me that “you are so young so you can not study English.” I thought I was not young, but he didn’t want me to learn. Hence, I had to stop studying there. Every morning I rode my bicycle to high school (about four kilometer from my uncle’s house) and I studied grade 8 at high school. In my class I had one good friend, he was always encourages me and helped me when I didn’t understand questions. One day he told me that, “Richard I know one school that is free. Do you want to study there?” I said yes I wanted to. It’s a church. I started studying there until today and I found one thing good for my life. I became a Christian. I believed in God. I knew that some people in the world they didn’t like Christians, but I never hated them. I loved them the same. I knew that I was an ugly and poor boy, but I was trying to be a good person and I never did anything bad in my life. I kept my name clean because this was my way and my choice.
In January 2010 my Uncle asked me, “Are you a Christian?” I said, “yes I am.” Then he said, “if you are a Christian go to live with your God and don’t live with me again. You should go to bring your clothes and books and you must leave my house tomorrow.” He continued, “If you want to live here and work here, you should not go to study at the church and stop believe in God. Then you can live and work with me.” I thought I was a Christian I never did anything wrongs to him and I always tried to work hard. Why didn’t he want me go to church? Oh my God why? So I told him “I am sorry, Uncle. I can’t stop going to church because God give me a new life with hope and showed me how to love all the people in the world.” Then he became very angry with me and hit me in face and he said, “Today you must prepare your clothes and books and tomorrow you must go to live with your God.” Then I went to the bathroom and cried. I asked God “Why did you do this to me? What can I do?” Oh God why….? Tomorrow was coming and I already prepared my clothes putting in my bag. Then I went to say good bye to my Uncle and then to all my friends who worked with me. My friends asked me, “Where are you going? You are so young and you can’t go anywhere yet. I worry about you and remember you. If you need any help, tell me and I can help you a little.” Before I left, my Uncle gave me $70 and told me to take care. I was really excited, but I didn’t know where to go. I asked myself where I was going. One thought came into my mind and I decided to go to visit my students at the Orphanage. When I arrived there, the children said, “Hello Brother we miss you and we want you to come teaching us every week like before.” I didn’t know how to tell them; I was sad. Reluctantly I told them just a little bit about my situation and my tears started dripping down my cheeks. The children always made me feel happy. I loved them very much. In the afternoon I left the Orphanage and then I went to Sovanna Mall. I sat on the top stairs and I thought about where I would go next. If I went home, I could not live there long time. If I went to live with my Uncle, I must stop going to church forever. Then I sent messages to my Pastor and my Bible teacher at church. I hoped they could help me and prayed for me at least. My Bible teacher replied to me, “Can you come to live with me a few days and I will talk with our Pastor about your situation and you can live in the dorm.” I was really happy about that. But I thought if I lived in the dorm maybe I didn’t have money to study at high school and paid for my daily foods I needed. I thought I could not live there. I must look for a new job and it sure was very difficult to find a job because my English was very bad and my education was low. I called to my friends and told them about my problems, and he came to meet me and brought me to work with him in a restaurant at Tolkok which was not near my old restaurant. I was a waiter again in a new restaurant. I was happy when I got a new job and I started working there until now. When I finished my work, I often slept there because my boss trusted in me. I tried to work hard even though my salary was not as much as my friend. Sometimes I went to sleep at the Orphanage with my kids and at my grandma’s house when I missed her. Now she’s 73 years old and she was sick, I did worry about her health and kept praying to God for her everyday.
In December 2009 Christmas Day was approaching. I was very busy making post cards for my teachers at Harvest’s class, my classmates and some friends at church. While I tried to find the old post cards to read, I found one old book in which it had one letter written by my biological father. I was really excited in my heart, but it did not show the address of my father. However, it stated about why did he leave me? The letter explained that he could not live in Cambodia because it was a different country, religion, food, tradition, and everything else. “But I will take our family to live in my country soon... So don’t worry, I love you and the child and God will bless my son.” All these words showed me that he loves me and my mom. It’s enough for my life. Although I have never met him, I love you dad.
The End
Summary
Nowadays I live in Phnom Penh and I am 12th grade student at Samduch HunSen Phnom Penh Thmey high school. Every night I work in a small restaurant at Tolkok. I am tired but I am happy with my job sometime. I study English one hour everyday in church with my Bible teacher. Also I am a teacher for Children on Sunday at the church. I never study grammar because I don’t have free time to study in the evening. I often study by myself after I have done my work. In the morning I go to study Khmer at high school and in the afternoon I stay at my friend’s house or dorm. In the evening I go to work from 6pm till 11pm at night. Every Sunday evening I go to teach my students at Orphanage about ABC and the History of loving and play puzzles and eat food and drink orange juice with them. I love them so much, but the kids don’t like me because I sometime angry with them when they don’t listen to me while I am teaching. +_+ Goal for my life is I want to be a good person for my country and I want to be a good leader. I love Business management and Missionary.
Thanks for spending time reading my true life story. I am really excited when you have read. Please comment me about how to write good grammar and give me some experience of your life…..
Welcome all the time about your correcting my grammar in this letter and helping me to be a good person like you… This letter I just summarize it… It does not telling you all but I will write about my current life in the near future.
I am sorry that I make you tired to read my Bio...
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