Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
You started off with one dollar
No help from your mother or father
You came to America so young
With Vietnamese, as your native tongue
You had to leave your family and departure
In order to learn a brand new culture
And survive and work for your future
Ever thing was all foreign to you
You honestly had no clue
When people were being racists by mistreating you
But with these difficult trials you grew
Into a man who could purchase his own shoes
You started off by being a pizza boy
Your first paycheck must have brought you so much joy
Going up the ladder you started to cut hair
But you didn’t stop there
Cause right after, you worked at a mechanic shop
Still, I’m sure you were glad you cut hair though
Since you saved lots of money by cutting your kid’s hair at home
By using the money you earned
And the experiences that allowed you to learn
You created a future for your family
And turned the American Dream into a reality
I believe you shouldn’t work anymore
But you didn’t
And you haven’t
Cause you’re the kind of man that gives it his all
No matter how difficult the obstacle or how great the wall
I remember Mom told me that everyone in her family said you would account to nothing
But you proved them wrong and became something
Something amazing
By chasing after your dreams and fighting
You became something that is irreplaceable to your wife
Something irreplaceable in my life
Who knew?
The amazing things that you could do
Even when your path was askew
You were able to turn that one dollar into something new
And at the same time, you carried your whole family too
I’m glad you made it
You are living proof that the sky is the limit
Enough about the past
Let’s look to the future
It would give me great pleasure
To return the gesture
What you have done for me is so grand
I hope you understand
That when I say, “Thank you for everything you have done”
I really mean it
I’m so glad to be your son
I can’t wait for the day
For when I get the chance to tell my kids about their grandfather
The things he has done
The way he raised his son
The way he loved everyone
One day I hope I can become as great of a dad
I’ll try my best to make you proud
For you dad
Love, your son.
Christopher L. Tran
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