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Life Must Move On
A sad love story from the true life Leaving love for higher education Life is unpredictable and never stops changing in a modern society. Particularly, in a world where everyone is globally interconnects by the Internet, social medias and affordable transportation. Anyone can know anything by a click of a mouse or go anywhere in the world as long as he can afford the cost. People from Asia are going to Europe, Africa, North American and South America to work, while citizens of other continents are coming to work in Asia. I know that education is the way of the future for me. My parents way of life is farming. They make their living through hard labor throughout their entire life. Farming is difficult, arduous and often time it is just barely enough to feed the family and not enough to sell for an income. As for me, I will no longer want to live life as a farmer like my parents. Besides, I cannot bare the hard labor in the field anymore as I continue to help my parents during my trip back home. I need new knowledge, new skills and higher education to live in today's world. With the realization that I cannot do what my parents do everyday. I asked myself a very profound question about my life, future and what the meaning of it. “How I can get an education so I can earn an income for myself and my family without using my hands and feet?,” I asked. Being educated has became my main concern. Therefore, I decided to leave my hometown, family, friends and girlfriend, Chia, to study in Luangprabang. To fund my trip and study at Luangprabang, my parents sold our biggest water buffalo to pay it. I finally realized that failure was not an option, and I must study hard. When I arrived in Luangprabang everything seemed so surreal. Everything seemed new, different and modernized. The weather seemed different, the people and life style were different than life back in the village. It was a culture shocked. An experience that seemed at time like a dream and other time like a nightmare. Every drop of water I drank and once of food I ate had to be paid for. I felt homesick and always thought about my family, friends, and my girl friend, Chia, while I attended school at Souphanouvong University. In my first year, after I finished my examinations, I immediately went back to visit my family, friends and Chia. When I arrived at my village my parents, friends and all my cousins were very happy and proud of me. I was very content to be back at home and familiar environment. My family organized a big celebration for the occasion to express their happiness. After the celebration I still felt an emptiness because I hadn't seem the person I wanted to see most, my girlfriend, Chia. As slept in my bed staring at the ceiling, thinking, and pondering about what the encounter with Chia would be like again. I thought how happy I would be to hold her hands, to hug her, to walk the familiar dirt roads with her and my conversation with her. I was so fascinated by my own thoughts that it caused me to twist and turn all night. I could not sleep all night long. It was longest night of my life. A minute seemed like ten minutes, ten minutes seemed like an hour, and the night seemed like eternity. As the morning dawn arrived, I woke up with an nervous anticipation. After I washed myself and got dressed, I thought about the time I had gone and what would she reacted to me when she saw me again. I was in a hurry to see her, I even forgot to shave. It was seven o'clock in the morning and I started walking to her house. Her house was about 2 kilometer away from my house. I walked there with a big smile and a beautiful bouquet of flowers in my left hand.When I arrived at her house, I saw her mother watering their front yard, he bright color of the flowers radiated through the morning sun ray was so amazingly beautiful. A thought popped into my mind that the sight of Chia in front of me would be as beautiful as the morning sunlight that radiated from their garden. I walked up to her mother with a sheepish smile on my face. “Is Chia home?” I asked, Chia's mother turned and looked at me with suspicious glance. For a few second, as she stared straight at my eyes. “Yes, she’s inside the house!” she responded.
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While her mother was speaking, Chia rushed out of the house, suddenly, a chubby, tall guy followed her out and came and stood beside her. He looked straight at me, and then Chia reached her right hand out to hold his hand firmly. I was mad that she held that stranger's hand. I was jealous as hell. “Who the hell is this guy,” I thought to myself and about to raise my voice at her. As I stared, I composed myself. Instead of wondering who he was, I started asking questions. “Who is he that you're holding hands with? Why are you holding his hand? Did you get married?” I asked as my face began to blush as the blood in my veins began to rush to my head. As I uttered those questions my throat was swelled with saliva and tightness. “He....he..he..he is my husband!” she responded, as her voice began to crack. “You got married? Why was I notified of this?” I asked Chia. “I didn't want you to be upset and mad,” she said. Tears began to stream down her eyes. She paused and tightened her lips. Slowly she gathered herself and started to speak again. “By the way, I got married two weeks ago and my husband is from America. We meet at the New Year. He comes visit me and proposes to me. I say “no,” but my parents tell me to marry him because they believe it is better for me to marry someone from America” she said. She was crying and tears were streaming down her chicks. I realized what just happened. Chia's parents had forced her to marry her husband. The beautiful bouquet of flowers in my hand dropped down to the ground as my stomach started turning and my throat seemed blocked. I was breathing heavily and suddenly, my eyes were filled with tears. I was crying and lost all my senses. In my mind, I was going to ask her why she did this to me, but I could not utter a word or composed myself to ask her another question. She looked straight into my eyes and stood there without saying another word. “Tell him you're sorry and tell him to move on,” a voice coming from inside the house, it appeared to be her father's voice. “I am so sorry, so sorry!” she said as her voice broke and tears were still streaming down her face. My brain was so cluttered that I could not even registered was she was saying but it sounded in my head like an apology. My heart was filled with anguish and my head was spinning, I turned to walk away, but I stumbled. As soon as I gathered myself, I started running away from her house as fast I could. I came home and went to straight back to my bed and cried all day. My parents even asked me to see if I was sick. I told them that I was fine and just resting. The next day I told them what had happened, they told me to move on, but my heart was aching and sadness filled my soul like a thunder storm filled up a pond. As I stood on the balcony of my house and I thought to myself, “I don’t want to stay in this village anymore.” I figured that the best way to get the thought of her and sadness out of my mind was to get away from the village and made education my salvation and escape. As a result of a sorrowful experience, I realized that if I finished my education I could still get marry, but if I stopped going to school, I might never have an opportunity to study again. Just as an proverb says, “the more you learn, the more you earn,” so I continue use this saying as my guiding principle to work hard and put my loneliness behind me. The next day I packed my clothes, and everything I needed. I left my family to return to Luangprabang and vowed to return an educated and employed man. As of today, I am about to graduate and I am working part-time. Most of all, I am a very happy man. Story written by: Tuag Sawv Ntsug
Nco Ntsoov: Txhob hu xov tooj rau lawv cov kev lag luam lawv tso hauv no yog tias koj tsis muaj feem txog kev lag luam nawb. Ua tsaug