I thought I would do some posts about how I feel like my life is similar to the movie/story Alice in Wonderland. I have felt like my life has decided to go backwards or a mixture of past and present. It is humorous actually. See my parents and I came to this country when I was very young. So I pretty much grew up in America. Its funny when I hear people tell stories about how their family came on the Mayflower or through Ellis Island. I couldn’t really relate to that. I have had people mispronounce my name in so many ways. It started when I was in junior high all the way to when I became and adult. As I got older I decided to go by nicknames because it got harder for people to say my name. By the time I got my first full-time job it got easier. It was the first time that I was identified by my name and proudly answered to it. Its funny I worked for that company for almost 5 years. It was the best job I had ever had. It gave me the chance to be a person without worrying about my family ancestry. Plus my mom loved coming by and hanging out with my co-workers. My mom was so proud of me to get a job that I really liked and I stuck to it. Yeah those were good days. I finally had a point that I felt like I meant something to someone… even if that someone was customers and sales staff. Yes I was a Customer Service Assistant at one of the biggest home electronic stores in the Northwest.
Now you might ask me…where does the backwards feeling start. Well as I grew up my family (which was my parents and I then) started churches for the Ethiopian Community. My father had come to America to continue his education. My mother, who had been her before as a student, and I came along with him. We basically started over without really starting in this new country. My ex-husband occasionally would remind me that my family was rich and they could help us out. I wondered where he got that idea from. See while I was working I got my parents a new T.V. for Christmas to replace the old one we used to have growing up. My father wasn’t so sure about me getting this big television. I told him that I wanted them to have something nice. The old one had been with us since I was a kid in the 80s. I figured it was time for them to upgrade a little. I think my dad was actually happy and just didn’t know how to show it. Here his daughter buys them a television after all the years. These days my dad thinks I am pretty high maintenance I laugh and say who me… never. I may not be able to read people’s body language well, but when it comes to customer service I could tell the consumers from the servers. Now as I was saying my ex-husband thought we were wealthy people. We lived in our own house and took care of each other. What he didn’t realize was I didn’t have an easy childhood. I had changed schools from 3rd grade until I graduated from high school. I can brag that I have been in public, private, and home-school. I was a scholarship student the private school years. My parents worked hard to make sure my brother and I got an education. Both my parents had regular jobs (to which they have retired from) while counseling and preaching to the Ethiopian community. Sure I have shared them with kids and adults alike. So now that I am an adult I kind would love to have an ordinary life. Right now here is where the backwards starts…..
To be continued