Stories from family

I want to write the story of my family members. Every family has a story to share. I think more so when you are an immigrant from a war-torn country of the past.

My father who was orphaned at such a young age and had to make the 174km journey on foot to Hong Kong to a distant relative that might not even take him in.

My grandmother, a priced princess, of the deputy mayor of medium sized city in pre-war China that had to start again in foreign land.

My grandfather, who came from mountain village with no roads connecting it to become a ranking officer in the KMT.

If you talk to Chinese people, I am sure you will hear these stories of survival through war. Almost everyone will have a relative who have these stories. My granduncle, the former secretary of the former Penchan-lama.

I'm sure it's not just the Chinese but everyone. America is the land of the tired, the poor, and the huddled masses; mainly from war torn or crisis nations.

Maybe it's too late and I have been listening to the song 'No day but today' too much but this will be ambitious if I try to actually put any of these stories down on paper; sensationalized or not, though I know the truth would probably less believable than a lie.