"Don't cry! No one in our family is allowed to cry!" My Dad yelled at me over the phone. And tears started steaming down my face like crazy again.
For the first time in my life, I felt so weak and helpless and I was really mad at myself to have such feelings. I have always thought I am a very independent and bold person. In year 2008, I decided to come to the United States to pursue my studies and to start and experience a new life right after I my high school graduation. I once thought I was strong enough to face and overcome the coming challenges until I met my very first roommates here, Sue and Mimi. Never in a million year, would I have guessed that I would winded up in such a bad roommate situation. As per usual, everything was going well for the first month, and then it started drifting apart. One time, Sue brought her boyfriend over, without telling me, and stayed at our studio apartment for an entire month. Though I was not comfortable to have a stranger hanging around at the apartment but I never said a word to Sue because I concerned about her feeling and I did not want to offend her. But until one point, I could bare it no more. I told Sue to ask her boyfriend leave and ever since I always got picked on. And due to the fact that Mimi was best friend with Sue. They would gang up on me. I However I wanted to fight back but unfortunately I did not have the courage to do it. I was almost on the verge of breakdown one day and I called my Dad and told him what happened. All I wanted was a comfort, but instead I got a lecture, however it was a very valuable and important one. His lecture woke me up. Indeed every member in our family was strong and independent. They would not be defeated by any challenges and yet I was crying over such tiny little thing. Ever since then, I have the courage to stand up for myself and I am strong enough to not let people to step over me.
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