Even after we landed we were put in a concentration camp. We stayed there for three years before resetling. We lived in a white tent. It was dirty there, but it was much better than living on that boat. My father died inthat camp though. He was shot by one of the officers. They did it without a reason. This was very unfair.
We settled in footscray. There were many, many immigrants there. Most of the people there didn’t speak much english, but had one thing in common. We all wanted to start again. To almost be reborn into a more simple life. I got lucky to get exactly that.
Mom worked on a farm, then on a car assembly line working six days double shifts. She studied english, and through this, managed to get an IT qualification. She did everything for us and I love her for it.
Even with mom working this much we were poor. This being said we didn’t really ever get new clothes like some of the other kids at school. We more almost the same thing everyday and I didn't mind it. Other people did though.
At school I was bullied. People wrote “Slit-eye,” and “Asian, go home” on my locker. The thing was I didn't have anywhere to go home to. Melboune was my home. They didn't realise that. All of these mean words bothered me, but I tried to not let them cut me too deep. I couldn't show that I was weak.
Meanwhile, Mom opens a computer store, studies to be a beautician, and opens another business. She was doing way more than what was expected from her just to support her family.