Personal Narrative: My Growing Up As A Second Generation Asian American

Growing up as a second generation Asian American, courage was a word that I was well versed with. My parents fled Cambodia after spending years in rice fields, fearfully working for the communist party that tore their lives away from them. When the moon rose each night the blood and tears of the broken country were shadowed by the somber preparations for the next day. For my father, the day just begun; no one ever dared to escape before dark. His arrival in a Thailand refugee camp was crucial. As a teacher, he was targeted. The goal was to demolish all evidence of the “old society.” But he was caught. The soldiers tied him to a tree and beat him. Although no matter how many times he was hit, he continued to say his prayers. His continuous