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The House on Newland Street

The House on Newland Street

The

House

On

Newland

Street

I didn’t always live on Newland Street. Before that we

lived in Vietnam. Before Vietnam was some street my parents

moved in before I was born. What I remember was that I

moved to Newland Street when I was 10 years old, with my

little brother, Tin, who was 2 years old and also with my mom

and dad.

The house on Newland Street wasn’t ours, it belongs to

our uncle. We had to share backyard, garage, and be careful not

make lousy noise. It was not a house we’d thought we get, but

after my family fixed things up, it was nice living in it.

We didn’t have to leave the house back in

Vietnam. We had almost everything, stairs, supplies, no rents;

it was just me and my family. We were glad to own this house.

The moment we were informed that we got sponsor to

America, we had to leave everything behind and get ready to

start a new life. For me and my brother’s future, that was the

only reason why they agreed to move into Newland Street, far

away from our hometown.

They also told us that one day they would move back to

their own home, after we are successful. They also told us that

they will buy us a house, with real stairs, washroom, and a

hallway. We would also have basement stored with all the

materials we need, and a big yard with cars owned by me with

a garden behind my house. This was the house that we were

told when we’re on the plane.

But the house on Newland Street is not the way told it

at all. It’s small and dirty; with the garage connect to it on the

side of the house. The house had broken windows and cricket

doors. It was so small with tall grass blades outside you’d think

that they were taking a bath. Woods make noise whenever you

step on it, and the carpet with nails everywhere, you had dodge

every step you take. There were no front yard, only grass

growing so tall; I had to jump just to touch it. We didn’t own

any garage then, but just a small storage in our room to store a

portion or our clothes. Everyone had to share a room, me and

my brother, my mother and my father. My family was unable

to set up the installation because the room was too small, so we

have to sleep either with an air conditioner or a heater. The

electricity was very bad. When we about to use microwave

given by our uncle, we had to think about other usage because

The

House

On

Newland

Street

I didn’t always live on Newland Street. Before that we

lived in Vietnam. Before Vietnam was some street my parents

moved in before I was born. What I remember was that I

moved to Newland Street when I was 10 years old, with my

little brother, Tin, who was 2 years old and also with my mom

and dad.

The house on Newland Street wasn’t ours, it belongs to

our uncle. We had to share backyard, garage, and be careful not

make lousy noise. It was not a house we’d thought we get, but

after my family fixed things up, it was nice living in it.

We didn’t have to leave the house back in

Vietnam. We had almost everything, stairs, supplies, no rents;

it was just me and my family. We were glad to own this house.

The moment we were informed that we got sponsor to

America, we had to leave everything behind and get ready to

start a new life. For me and my brother’s future, that was the

only reason why they agreed to move into Newland Street, far

away from our hometown.

They also told us that one day they would move back to

their own home, after we are successful. They also told us that

they will buy us a house, with real stairs, washroom, and a

hallway. We would also have basement stored with all the

materials we need, and a big yard with cars owned by me with

a garden behind my house. This was the house that we were

told when we’re on the plane.

But the house on Newland Street is not the way told it

at all. It’s small and dirty; with the garage connect to it on the

side of the house. The house had broken windows and cricket

doors. It was so small with tall grass blades outside you’d think

that they were taking a bath. Woods make noise whenever you

step on it, and the carpet with nails everywhere, you had dodge

every step you take. There were no front yard, only grass

growing so tall; I had to jump just to touch it. We didn’t own

any garage then, but just a small storage in our room to store a

portion or our clothes. Everyone had to share a room, me and

my brother, my mother and my father. My family was unable

to set up the installation because the room was too small, so we

have to sleep either with an air conditioner or a heater. The

electricity was very bad. When we about to use microwave

given by our uncle, we had to think about other usage because

it will shut down all source in my house and my uncle’s house.

It was like it drinks its own entire power source.

Our neighborhood was so peaceful; we had to toss a

feather down, just to hear a sound. My friend once passes my

house to drop me off. The laundry room was inside, rumbling,

telling me that the clothes are done.

Where do I drop you off? he asked.

Right here, I pointed while on the car.

Really? Here?

Yes. Here. I looked where she pointed—the house in

the inside, paint peeling, wooden walls Dad had overlap the

cracked door so that it wouldn’t be cold inside. Here. I lived

here. I nodded.

I knew then I had to get a house, a real house. One I can

call my own. But this isn’t it. The house on Newland Street

isn’t it. For until you grow up, Mother says. It will be just for a

while, says Father.

My Name

In English my name means a type of metal, In

Vietnamese it means trustworthy. It means credit, it means

trust. It is like number 8. A cheerful color. It is the word I see

every day when my parents turn on the new.

My name is very unique in the Vietnamese culture,

named by my grandfather. It gives me the potential and luck to

do whatever I interest in. I was born in the year of the Buffalo,

which means strength and determination on the Chinese

calendar. I think this is true because, Chinese like Vietnamese

are precise and accurate at whatever they do.

My grandfather. I like him very much. He was a very

discipline, yet funny man. He was so disciple, he had to wait

until he followed his rule and became a very good husband

it will shut down all source in my house and my uncle’s house.

It was like it drinks its own entire power source.

Our neighborhood was so peaceful; we had to toss a

feather down, just to hear a sound. My friend once passes my

house to drop me off. The laundry room was inside, rumbling,

telling me that the clothes are done.

Where do I drop you off? he asked.

Right here, I pointed while on the car.

Really? Here?

Yes. Here. I looked where she pointed—the house in

the inside, paint peeling, wooden walls Dad had overlap the

cracked door so that it wouldn’t be cold inside. Here. I lived

here. I nodded.

I knew then I had to get a house, a real house. One I can

call my own. But this isn’t it. The house on Newland Street

isn’t it. For until you grow up, Mother says. It will be just for a

while, says Father.

My Name

In English my name means a type of metal, In

Vietnamese it means trustworthy. It means credit, it means

trust. It is like number 8. A cheerful color. It is the word I see

every day when my parents turn on the new.

My name is very unique in the Vietnamese culture,

named by my grandfather. It gives me the potential and luck to

do whatever I interest in. I was born in the year of the Buffalo,

which means strength and determination on the Chinese

calendar. I think this is true because, Chinese like Vietnamese

are precise and accurate at whatever they do.

My grandfather. I like him very much. He was a very

discipline, yet funny man. He was so disciple, he had to wait

until he followed his rule and became a very good husband

when he got married and was respected by everyone. Everyone

in the neighborhood knew him and honors him like a hero. Just

like that, he was like a golden sword that was placed where

everyone can see.

And the story still continues when he died. Everyone

sits around and pray that he’ll have a good after life. I

wondered if he finished doing the things he wanted to do in his

life. I inherited his will. Potential. I have inherited the best trait

I see from him, but I don’t want to inherit his actions, I want to

make something out of my life that I am interested in.

At school they say my name as if it was a joke to make

fun of an element on the periodic table and ticket the side of

my nose. But my Vietnamese name is made of a tougher

something, like gold or stone, same thing for my brother, who

got the same name is me – Tin. He can at least come home and

become Trong. But I am always Tin.

I am happy under my original name, a that represent the

real me, the one that hides his face in front of everyone. Tin as

the original, and just Tin.

Our Good Day If you join us, we make the Avid commercial together,

we can get an A and have fun. That’s what they tell me.

An A is good since I like to have good grades and my

groups usually don’t do anything, it was always only me doing

the work.

Join us, join us.

They are trying to get somebody who they can count on to get

them an A, who they can work with and have fun at the same

time. They already have 3 people in it, all they need is 1 more.

Just join us, they say.

Let just make a group and stay in our own group, don’t

be with them, says Phuc. Can’t you see they think like a cow.

when he got married and was respected by everyone. Everyone

in the neighborhood knew him and honors him like a hero. Just

like that, he was like a golden sword that was placed where

everyone can see.

And the story still continues when he died. Everyone

sits around and pray that he’ll have a good after life. I

wondered if he finished doing the things he wanted to do in his

life. I inherited his will. Potential. I have inherited the best trait

I see from him, but I don’t want to inherit his actions, I want to

make something out of my life that I am interested in.

At school they say my name as if it was a joke to make

fun of an element on the periodic table and ticket the side of

my nose. But my Vietnamese name is made of a tougher

something, like gold or stone, same thing for my brother, who

got the same name is me – Tin. He can at least come home and

become Trong. But I am always Tin.

I am happy under my original name, a that represent the

real me, the one that hides his face in front of everyone. Tin as

the original, and just Tin.

Our Good Day If you join us, we make the Avid commercial together,

we can get an A and have fun. That’s what they tell me.

An A is good since I like to have good grades and my

groups usually don’t do anything, it was always only me doing

the work.

Join us, join us.

They are trying to get somebody who they can count on to get

them an A, who they can work with and have fun at the same

time. They already have 3 people in it, all they need is 1 more.

Just join us, they say.

Let just make a group and stay in our own group, don’t

be with them, says Phuc. Can’t you see they think like a cow.

But I like them, their personality is nice and cool. They

are wearing the new Avid Clothes we all ordered, just with

their sleeves rolled up. It makes their muscles bigger and

buffer, but I like them. Especially the tall one who always

makes everyone laughs with his sense of humor. The rest is just

social and kind.

Join us, they say, just join.

Phuc is pulling on my shirt and I know whatever I do

next will make him disappoint a lot.

Wait a minute, I say, and run to the teacher’s table to

sign our names in. I asked the teacher if we can have a group of

5. She said no. I came back to talk to him. When I get back,

Phuc was gone like I knew he would be, but I don’t care. I have

3 friends and an awesome group.

My name is Manny, the cool one says. This is Nicholas

and Ted, my friends.

Wassup Tin. How’s it going?

I introduced to them my name—we discussed the ideas

from each of us and started on the project.

Your part today, mine, Nick, and then Ted’s turn.

Why are we splitting it up

Because it is more fun that way and then we can

connect the video with each other afterwards, says Manny who

think this is the perfect idea.

I don’t tell them the requirements for the project yet,

because I just got back with my old friends and I don’t want to

make it more complicated than it already is. Because we took

pictures that involve other people, we had to take turn taking

pictures. Our cooperating ideas worked as we plan. We

continued to record more and more, first Nick’s room, then his

bathroom, which was funny the way we put it together, and

then his front yard where the video ends.

There was an ice cream truck outside. Almost all of us

tripped while rushing towards it. Laughing while eating it.

But I like them, their personality is nice and cool. They

are wearing the new Avid Clothes we all ordered, just with

their sleeves rolled up. It makes their muscles bigger and

buffer, but I like them. Especially the tall one who always

makes everyone laughs with his sense of humor. The rest is just

social and kind.

Join us, they say, just join.

Phuc is pulling on my shirt and I know whatever I do

next will make him disappoint a lot.

Wait a minute, I say, and run to the teacher’s table to

sign our names in. I asked the teacher if we can have a group of

5. She said no. I came back to talk to him. When I get back,

Phuc was gone like I knew he would be, but I don’t care. I have

3 friends and an awesome group.

My name is Manny, the cool one says. This is Nicholas

and Ted, my friends.

Wassup Tin. How’s it going?

I introduced to them my name—we discussed the ideas

from each of us and started on the project.

Your part today, mine, Nick, and then Ted’s turn.

Why are we splitting it up

Because it is more fun that way and then we can

connect the video with each other afterwards, says Manny who

think this is the perfect idea.

I don’t tell them the requirements for the project yet,

because I just got back with my old friends and I don’t want to

make it more complicated than it already is. Because we took

pictures that involve other people, we had to take turn taking

pictures. Our cooperating ideas worked as we plan. We

continued to record more and more, first Nick’s room, then his

bathroom, which was funny the way we put it together, and

then his front yard where the video ends.

There was an ice cream truck outside. Almost all of us

tripped while rushing towards it. Laughing while eating it.

Laughters Tin and I don’t look like brothers … not at all. Not the

way you can tell between 2 normal brothers. Tin is the opposite

of me, weird, active, childish, the way a regular kid is

compared to a teenager. Our laughter for example. Not the

chime bells’ giggle or burst of excitement. Our laugh is

different. His laugh is like a dishes break, but it last for a long

time, and other things I can’t explain.

One day we’re going to my friend’s house to do a

project. I had never seen a garden where there are leaves

growing above the ceiling. This looked exactly like a place we

used to go to take pictures in Vietnam. This house was unique.

It reminded me of the memories I used to have with my friends

back then. I told them the story, they looked at me funny.

Tin says: I know what you mean! Now I remember, it

was the place where I was thinking, but I forgot the name.

Laughters Tin and I don’t look like brothers … not at all. Not the

way you can tell between 2 normal brothers. Tin is the opposite

of me, weird, active, childish, the way a regular kid is

compared to a teenager. Our laughter for example. Not the

chime bells’ giggle or burst of excitement. Our laugh is

different. His laugh is like a dishes break, but it last for a long

time, and other things I can’t explain.

One day we’re going to my friend’s house to do a

project. I had never seen a garden where there are leaves

growing above the ceiling. This looked exactly like a place we

used to go to take pictures in Vietnam. This house was unique.

It reminded me of the memories I used to have with my friends

back then. I told them the story, they looked at me funny.

Tin says: I know what you mean! Now I remember, it

was the place where I was thinking, but I forgot the name.

A

House

Of

My Own

Not a small room in across the amusement park. Not a

basement under an apartment. Not a friend’s. A house all mine.

With my pool and my couch, my own collection of cars. My

computer and stereo. My fridge waiting next my bed. Nobody

makes fun of it. Nobody’s room to clean after.

Only a house big as the world, items for myself to

choose, neat as words after the novel.

A

House

Of

My Own

Not a small room in across the amusement park. Not a

basement under an apartment. Not a friend’s. A house all mine.

With my pool and my couch, my own collection of cars. My

computer and stereo. My fridge waiting next my bed. Nobody

makes fun of it. Nobody’s room to clean after.

Only a house big as the world, items for myself to

choose, neat as words after the novel.