It’s been more than 2 years since my father and I lost my mother due to illness. Then my father worked as an engineer in a coal mine in Nailah, so he took me with him, saying that he would not leave him far alone. I remember moving into the 3rd floor of a 4-story white house next to my father’s office. Although I am a 3rd grader, I used to come home after school, do my homework, clean the house and wait for my father. The work in the mine is endless, and even if my poor father tries to come early, it is already dark. Now that I think about it, I’ve been self-sufficient since I was a baby.
The miners drank a lot, but my father never tasted it because of me. At that time, I remember that his friends used to joke that he was a “dry” person working in a mine. My father and I made up a password because I was alone until late at night. He said that unless a person comes and knocks on the door and tells them the password, it will not be unlocked. One day, the bell rang while I was studying in my father’s absence. who is but when he said that he was a friend of his father’s, I told him the password, but he went back without saying a word. At the same time, he was afraid and slowly moved away from the door. He told my father after coming home that he was very worried and that night he rested quietly. When I went to work in the morning, my father repeatedly warned no one to open the door and kissed his head. That was the last time I saw my father, the last time. As I grew older, I learned that the other door knocker had ambushed my father at the front door and killed him. This incident has been talked about a lot in Nailah. Nobody really told me what happened. But what could be the cause of death? All I knew was that I hated the man behind the door, and hurt him to the core.
So, I had no guardian, and I was left with only my mother and my father’s younger brother. Grandma did not receive it well because she had grown up a long way. But there is a young man named Tsengel, whose father’s younger brother lives in America and is in his 30s and has just completed his master’s degree. Being the only daughter of his only brother, he pampered me and took care of me since I was little. So, brother Tsengel decided to adopt me, so I also went to America. In the first six months, I used to cry until I stopped playing because of my parents. Because I don’t know the language, I have no friends to play with, no lessons to do, no distractions. My brother used to pamper me a lot. Then, after gradually getting used to the environment, I decided to go to school. Of course, I didn’t know the language, so I started learning from the first grade. Brother Tsengel said that if he studied well and worked hard, he could skip classes, so he studied day and night because he didn’t want to study with children younger than him. There was a child with a terrible jaundice. (laughs)
After almost two years of studying like a brainless person, he was able to advance to a grade equal to his age. When my brother encouraged me as a great girl who imitated his father, he would brag.
It was at that time in my life that I thought there was light at the end of the dark tunnel. But it wasn’t. The little spark of light was extinguished. When my brother was not yet 30 years old, he adopted me and tried to make me a human in a human land. He never failed to take care of me, but he was doing two jobs twice. I don’t pay attention to it because of the lessons, brother Tsengel doesn’t say either.
On the day of going to the school graduation party (prom here), my brother took me out because he couldn’t go with me. Only then did I see how much my brother had lost weight and how much he had aged during this time. It was then that I noticed that my brother, who had never complained of anything other than an occasional headache, had changed beyond recognition. Not long after, when I came home from the graduation party, my brother had passed away in his sleep. He worked 2 or 3 jobs at the same time so that I could finish school, and when I finally graduated, he left me feeling relieved. That’s how I lost my second father.
But now, for the sake of his brother, he finds his footing in the great family of America and lives as a human being. All this is the grandchild of my mother and father.
