How this woman finally found closure, to her own past, knowing that her parents had, loved her, in their own ways! And it’d, taken her SEVENTY years, that’s still HER WHOLE life, to get there! From the papers, translated…
The seventy-year-old Sho-Ju Chou was originally a Chinese teacher at a high school, after she’d retired, she’d started, volunteering at the Evergreen Center. back when she was a child, her parents were, separated, and formed their separate families, that kept, taking up a huge corner of her heart, made her feel, that she was “a worthless person”. It wasn’t until two years ago, the Chou started drafting up her own biography, she’d, flipped through those, already dusty photographs, and found the secrets which had been, buried too long, and in her elderly years, she’d, found peace with her younger self.
The Life in the Fast Lanes, Recalled Her Seventy Years of Life
“Because of this book, it’d, made the originally fragmented me, whole again”, Sho-Ju Chou took two whole months, and finished drafting up her biography, “Life, in the Fast-Lanes”, she’d written, illustrated, and, scrapbooked her own old photos, as a memoir of her seventy years of life.
She said, she grew up in a blended family, her father took along an older brother, her mother, the four older sisters, remarried, and started having children from their second families, and had her and a younger brother. Sho-Ju Chou, only recalled the fights of her parents in her childhood years, because they lived in poverty stricken backgrounds, the parents separated, she’d felt she was never loved.
“I kept on waiting for mom to come home”. Chou stated, that when she was young, her father became, unemployed, she and her older siblings were over ten years apart, and, they weren’t, well connected at all, and after she got older, her parents had, separated, and her mother rarely, came home.
Thought that She Was Unloved, and Conquered Her Childhood by Writing
On the day of her college graduation, she’d finally saw her mother whom she’d rarely seen in her childhood years, but her mother stated, “Finally, I’d had it, I’d had to, wait until you’re, out of college, and now, I can, finally FILE for divorce with your father.” And that, was when she was, shocked to discover, that she’d been the baggage of her parents’ lives. On the same year, she’d started having depression, then, married, but twenty years later, she was, divorced, and she’d felt, that she was, a valueless person in the world.
In order to draft up her own biography, Chou had, conquered that difficult part of her own childhood, flipped through that photo album her mother left for her. And found, that she was, really, cherished by her parents growing up, that she’d, forgotten her own childhood.
Chou flipped opened her own biography, smiled and said, “Look, back when I was a child, my father fed me my meals, and my mother, she’d, held me too”, and, she’d, realized, that there was, such an harmonious time in her younger years, “I also had a pet turkey”, “Look at how happy I was, eating that watermelon”, “And, my mother, painting an oil of the whole family”, and all of these photos made Chou realized, that her parents had, been carefully, recording down her coming of age with their hearts, that she’d been, very much, loved by them.
Sorting Through the Old Photos, She’d, Fallen in Love with Herself Again
Chou wrote out all these photos, all these words, inside her own biography, looking at those old photographs, she’d, slowly, overcome that gloom of her former, childhood years, felt, that she also, has the ability, to offer the love she’d received to someone else, and in these past years, she’d slowly, fallen in love with herself, found closures, then, let go.
And so, you see, how important it is, for a child to grow up, feeling s/he was loved, and, the love that children felt from you, god DAMN stupid (‘cuz that, is what you ALL are!!!) parents, is NOT based off of what YOU fucking (and your point being???) ADULTS believed to be love, it’s HOW we feel it’s love, because, it’s still, ALL in the EYES of the BEHOLDER and we, the CHILDREN, ARE the B-E-H-O-L-D-E-R-S!!!