My Cambodian ceremony

I was sleeping in the living room with my younger sister, my parents woke us up before 5am. My brothers came downstairs and help my parents put rugs and carpets on the floor. What was going on? I asked my mom and she told me monks are coming to bless me with luck. My dad’s guestes, my family and my mom’s friends came to my house. My dad put me sitting near my aunt, Tina’s mom.I ended up holding a donut. That wasn’t my first donut after waking up from coma. My cousins and sister look like they enjoyed there donuts. I sat down near my aunt, folding my legs and praying. My back was so weak and my legs got tired fast. I kept changing legs every 20 minutes.I ended up sitting near Tina’s dad, my uncle. I think I was past around. He was feeding me a Cambodia sweet jello dessert. There was so much food, but I couldn’t eat them, …..my first donut was November or December. The doctor let my mom and I visit home for 1 day. Pu On and my dad drove to get my first donut. It had Halloween sprinkles on it. It was pass Halloween. It was so good. My mom was feeding me it heading home.

                  To be continued….🎃

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Author: officiallythyda

My life was heading in the right direction. I was liked, I had so much friends, I was talented. Then on July 19, 2003 a vessel burst in my head and I fell into a 3 month coma. I woke up and was layying on a bed, in an empty room. I heard Beep Beep Beep! I heard a cry and moved my pupils to find my mom crying looking out the window. What happen? I couldn't talk or move my body. I found out I was in coma, I was at the hospital. Waking up was a mistake, why did god choose me to be handicap and noone else? I leave the hospital still so weak on a wheelchair, I went through so much to be where I am today. God knows what he's doing, be patient Right now I inspire a good amount of people. I go to Planet Fitness, I go to the gym with my wheelchair, the trainer or someone put weights on my chair and I walk around the gym with it. Life is so good, everything happens for a reason. Follow me!

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