We spent everything on trying to learn math and English, but it meant we missed out on nice clothes and had to buy second hand things like two pairs of stokings so they could hide the holes in the other, and a skirt that would have to last six years.
and then the petrol started leaking every where
My mother would work on the farm, earning money but had to sacraficed the amount of time she had to sleep at night. She then worked on a car assemble line and she found time to study English. But even though she worked hard, we were still poor.
there were days were I would see graffiti or slit-eye saying 'Asian go home' go home to where? I didn't even want to think about it.
me, my sister and mum slept in the same bed, and though she was exsausted, my mother shared the story of her day, like me and my sister, every night.
my mother opened a computer store, then studied to be a butision. Many women came with there stories of children caught in fights which had began because the men in the family could not make the transistion.
though i was safe, I had been scared by violence, and drug abuse. but when I was a final year law student, I was chosen as young Australian of the year and was invited to things i had never heard of.