Nobody’s child and there are so many men
Character : Lydia, late twenties, pretty in an unexpected manner when she smiles and her face glows, 1.67m, 57kg and very fair of complexion with a fragile, vulnerable look. Rural background
Lydia : I was not really an orphan. But I was sent away to live with a foster family at the age of thirteen. I never understood why until today. My foster family couldn’t afford me. Perhaps they thought I could help them in their farm. But never once did they stop me from my schooling.
I am not a bumiputera. I had to find a means to sponsor my education. My foster family just couldn’t afford to. I went back to my brothers and my father. They were nice but did not offer to help sponsor my education. I pleaded and begged them to give me a chance. I said it was a loan. My brother is now a very rich man. But he just smiled. Offered me a lowly job in his company.I walked away.
I went to work as a sales assistant. I met a man. He helped me a lot. After that there were other men. Often they gave me gifts. Men are funny really. They are so vulnerable. Hungry for love. Without them I would not have survived away from my foster family.
But when i had more money and realized my dreams were within my reach I went full time. My friend sponsored some of my expenses when times were difficult. I have already paid him all back. I worked in fast food outlets too and worked as a waitress temporarily. I worked in pubs too whenever they needed an extra hand. I graduated against all odds. I am not going back to Sibu to live. In Kuala Lumpur, I can survive now in my own field.
I do not intend to settle down with a man. Why should I when there are so many men? I tell you I lead a better life than the Foochow taitais who looked down on me with their bundles of children, laundry, in-laws and Indon maids to care for. I travel wherever I want and whenever I want. I do not have to live with the same man all my life.
People do not have small minds in big cities. Everybody is too busy earning a living. Of course you can blog about this but no clear pics ok? Write in your blog I extend my middle finger to all who have stood in my way or looked down on me.
I will read the comments but I won’t answer the comments.
I send money to my foster family. I was once invited to reunion dinner with my family. I sent them a big ang pow and asked a friend to send a big bouquet of flowers for me with a card saying I was busy. I drove by the house and looked in. Sometimes life is so unfair. Why did they throw me away as a child? They were my father and mother.
Even if they had problems and were fighting each other, I was their daughter. Correction. I am nobody’s child
9 comments Bengbeng | interesting characters
Wow….what a great story. I can relate to it a little as it happened to my mother.
My mother was abandoned too. But she was very brave. She is my hero.
That is so sad… even her brother a rich man now didn’t help her… what is the meaning of all this? What Independency?
Even so.. it isn’t a way to grow a child. Glad she is doing all good now and as long she is happy, anything goes.
Sad stories are all alike.. Me, my family abandon me too for the sake of survival. If cannot afford, why give birth at all? Many years down the road, I found them. Visited them, lived with them. But somehow I was not happy. Money is always a problem. Help them out many times, but none was repaid… So now I choose to leave them… for good. Blood thicker than Water??? No way if Money is needed 1st…
why did the parent give her away in the 1st place? too many children? life can be very puzzling at times
As long as one is happy and can find peace… anything goes.
This is a success story of a young lady who could survive in this tough world. Commendable.
nice. let me share you this tagalog christmas song too. one of my favorite song this time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1nNUOMS14g
Benghui : i like it
There must be a reason why some people gave away their own child, some are excusable and some are not. But I am not sure about this case.
My wife’s story is even more pitiful. Her past is so difficult to be erased. We are going skiing next month and hope the mountains will change her senses!
If bring me along skiing i mean, i would forget everything too