Shortly after, my dad got sick. Maybe dad was missing the good life he had back in his country. He and his brother promised each other they would leave their country looking for a better way of life, a great job. A new life.
They promised each other they will get together and revive those sour times where they got traumatized and bullied because of his ancestors. The story was repeating again.
Same family staying at the root of their origins, in search of a better life.
Working hard like bees, leaving everything behind.
Their only company - strangers that spoke same language. Cantones.
When he landed in Perú, his heart told him this was the land where he was to see, embrace and support him for the rest of his life.
He had to learn the language spoken here.
Spanish.
No family here
No friends here
Nobody
Again, surrounded by strangers
He met mom when working at a cinema.
Dad took care of the ticket booth and admissions.
That's how he met mom.
Mom's sisters one day went to a party where dad was introduced to mom by another person. This time dad got introduced by another Chinese friend that spoke little Spanish.
Dad made an effort to learn Spanish. He had to to win my mom's heart.
Both had 4 kids
3 boys and the last one, a girl.