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Ngo Tommy English Comp II
Ngo Tommy English Comp II
Tommy Ngo
Professor Cole
English Composition II
11 February 2020
A Change of Heart
From the beginning of time, all I can remember was my parents telling me, “It’s good to
know multiple languages. It’s better for school, better for work, and better for life.” I grew up
with this mentality, but it was imprinted on me and my siblings. My parents once told me that the
day they decided to move to America, they promised themselves that they wouldn’t let their kids
lose side from their culture and native language. A native language, but who was it native for? I
remember growing up, my parents had to work immense work weeks, sometimes seven-days a
week. With that, they hired a nanny directly from Vietnam. She lived with us and she only spoke
Vietnamese. This was where I learned how to speak and write in Vietnamese. My parents made
sure that we would never lose contact with that side of us. Because if we couldn’t communicate
with the nanny, we couldn’t get what we wanted. So, from birth to age six, I learned the basics.
As I moved from Philadelphia to New Jersey, I forgot how to write and read in Vietnamese. Not
practicing it every day caused it to slowly fray away. As I was only allowed to speak in the
“native” language to my parents, I never forgot that. My Viet vocabulary grew every day and it
became one of my greatest resources. At one point, I thought I was so cool because I knew
another language and that my family was from somewhere many elementary school kids did not
know existed.
Although my sisters were way more proficient at Vietnamese, especially since they were
birthed there, I was given the task to teach my one-year younger brother. We grew up together,
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doing the same things, wearing the same clothes. For all of my life, we were considered
“Identical Twins.” But my Vietnamese was better than his, making my parents believe that he
was going to be the “disruptive” child because he was not willing to learn. With that, every day I
had to quiz him on certain things. I would pick up a soup ladle and ask him “what’s this?” or
point to the metallic refrigerator and ask, “what color is that?” This made me so proud and I still
remember that feeling. The way my parents made me feel because I knew where they came from
and how to greet their friends in Vietnamese. But since, that has faded. Throughout middle
school and high school, I immersed in western culture. Whenever my schoolmates spoke
Vietnamese to me, I just looked at them. I began to feel like Vietnamese was a hidden language.
I would only speak it at home. I would never use it outside of the household. It was not a secret
that I knew the language, but when a Vietnamese native looked at me, it shocked them.
I’ve been to Vietnam approximately three times that I can recall. Once when I was two
years old, once when I was 12, and the most recent being Winter Break 2019, when I was 19. My
most recent visit just made me realized how much I strayed from the culture. My parents wanted
to go back to Vietnam for Lunar New Year, but since I had school a week prior, I went for
approximately three weeks. We flew with Asiana Airlines, taking one of their largest jets from
JFK to Seoul, Korea. From Korea, we went to Saigon, my parent’s motherland. During this 22-
hour plane ride, I couldn’t sleep. As I recall it was extremely cold, having -55 degree weather
outside of the plane. Of course, inside was much warmer, but it was still ice-cold, nonetheless.
The airplane food was somewhat decent which made the flight better. From the savory beef and
rice dishes to the small vanilla cakes, it all seemed fresh from the store. The flight felt like an
eternity because I could not get comfortable. I tossed and turned, sleeping for maybe 10 minutes,
thinking it was hours, waking up to realize we haven’t even moved on the map. I was scared. I
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didn’t know how my family in Vietnam would perceive me. I didn’t know what I would do there
in three weeks. For once in my life, nothing was planned out and the future was completely
unknown. To me, this was unusual because I have always had my schedule perfectly planned.
Setting my foot off the airplane into what I knew was a foreign land had an entirely
different feeling. Setting foot out of the airport, the moment I stepped out, a humid blast of air
blew all through my body. Going from 30-degree weather in the States to 90+ weather in
Vietnam was something entirely different. I could not fathom that I was in an entirely different
country, nay continent. While all of my friends were sleeping, I was up because the sun was still
shining. I thought to myself, “the world truly is a magical place.” Once my family saw us
walkout, they all ran towards us, grabbing our bags and leading us towards the bus they rented to
pick us up. Everyone was talking to my parents asking how the flight was and in an overall
exuberant mood. Everyone asked me if I’m hungry, which I replied “yes.” We had an hour drive
back to my grandparent’s house. The entire ride back everyone was talking to my parents.
Stating observations, they made about me regarding my appearance and questions they had.
None of which was directed at me, but my parents. I felt completely out of place. I always
considered myself Vietnamese-American, but to my family, I was just American. They asked my
parents, “oh, does he speak Vietnamese,” “why does he look American,” and other questions and
comments along those lines. I was sitting right there, right in front of them but to my family, I
was completely invisible. Of course, I would get a glance here and there and some small
questions directed towards me, but why ask my parents when I’m right there? This was the
moment I began hating this trip. For the first week, I only spoke to my parents and cousins. They
understood where I came from and they were learning English, so they used me as a resource to
enhance their vocabulary. I did have fun, enjoying the weather, scenic views, and fresh food. But
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something was missing. Someone my age where I can hang out with and go around with.
Something I would have had if I stayed in the States over the break. I could not relate to anyone,
so for a couple of days, I just stayed in my room and left when my parents called me to go
somewhere. Even though I was fluent in the language, I barely spoke it. Everyone assumed that
the American kid can only speak English, so I just made that happen. I only spoke English. I felt
like my family and the people in the community saw me as a foreigner, so that was how I acted,
as a foreigner.
After about 10 days, I was extremely bored. I did everything I wanted to. This included
shopping, sight-seeing, and eating everything I could have thought of. My parents understood my
frustration because, in a sense, they were perceived as foreigners as well. After begging, my
parents allowed me to book a plane ticket to Seoul, Korea. I had a close friend that lived there,
and I was able to stay with her family for a couple of days. Arriving in Korea was something
different. I did not speak the language and had to have her explain and translate everything. I
finally realized that in Vietnam I was not an outsider, but I made myself one. I was isolating
myself because I figured I would just be bored the entire time. Spending five days in Korea
allowed me to see a whole different culture. A whole different perspective. My friend, who
spoke perfect English showed me that even coming from a different country does not mean that
you do not belong. Seeing the way her face lit up when ordering food was different from what I
experienced.
After five days, I flew back to Vietnam for the remainder of my trip. Having about a
week left of my vacation, I opened my eyes and opened up to my family. I began asking them
this and that, taking an interest in their life and our culture. I showed my knowledge and now,
when someone asked my parents if I spoke Vietnamese, I answered. Although no one there was
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my age, but younger, I still tried my best to communicate with them and to enjoy the rest of my
trip. I watched videos of things to do in Vietnam with my younger cousins and asked to go here
and there. This time was different, after spending five-days in an ENTIRELY different country, I
knew that it was me. I perceived my family as outsiders, which was why they perceived me as an
outsider. I came with a closed mind because I didn’t know what to expect and I didn’t have
anyone my age there that I was close with. But once I immersed myself with the culture and their
Knowing a different language does open the door to a whole new world. But to open the
door, the bearer of knowledge must open their mind to try something new. Through my vacation,
I reconnected with my Vietnamese side. I learned to try new things and that not everything is a
straight line. There are always many perspectives and mine may not always be correct. Once I
opened my mind and mouth, I learned to love my culture and family. My journey with the
Vietnamese language has been a long and stressful one but I know it does open many doors.
Being able to put it on my resume and using it to translate for my parents at certain times has
made me realize, I am Vietnamese-American. I still have more to learn and I would like to
reconnect with reading and writing in Vietnamese because as a business major, this could help
with international business. So, my literacy journey through the Vietnamese language is not over,
and I shall gain more knowledge and culture through immersion, by visiting more often and