My brother tell me he going to take me to France. Told my brother my aunt and Billy sponsor me too. He tell me be sure. Don’t worry, I say. If you take me first I go. If US call me first I go. No matter. I don’t want to leave. Happy here.
Why I want to leave now? Now I meet doctor who come to take care of sick kids. We fall in love. He sometimes spend a night or two in camp sometimes he come to bangkok. A lot of people know about us; after my aunt left we were together for a couple of months.
And then sister come to US she send me a letter and say your life is going to change after you come to San Francisco.
I don’t want to leave, I have boyfriend. Everyday mailman and other little boys. “Oh I am going to look for your name when you have interview.” “Don’t bother I don’t want to come to US. I don’t want to eat bread all day long.Not like American, Eureopean food.”
Then one day mailman come, say I see you name on list. don’t tell me that you scare me. I saw my name to interview, find out what day to come to US. I got so sad. I tell dr.
“You go first I go to find you,” he say.
Are you sure?
“Yes, very soon I am going to go to the US too.”
Name, birthday sponsor. I cry a lot, he come to bus with me. He was so nice to me.
“I am going to find you, you don’t worry about anything,” he say.
The bus pulls away.
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