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=Kin Ming=

I have nothing to loose. My father was gunned down in Iraq and my mother was deported back to China. All I have now is a pair of jeans, my dad's bullet torn jacket, a white T-shirt, and a cross necklace. I came from Libya, my father was from there to, my mother was Chinese. My dad was in the Libyan militia, but backet out because he met my mother. They met in a field, my dad was on duty and she was studying why the Libyan lion was dying off. She was a scientist. Then I came so we moved to the Bronx, New York. I came when I was only three months old. Then my father, he took a step onto a plane when I was only three years old. That was the last time we ever saw each other. He picked me up and called me his little monkey and kissed my forhead.

About five months later I was so excited. Only one more month until dad came home. Three weeks, two weeks, one week, four days, two days, ONE day. The came that phone call. My mother began crying. My father was taking his last step into the plane entrance...... then he was shot. Then my mother was out in a field in Maryland to study wildlife then the government came and said she had one day to pack and say her goodbye's. She picked me up, called me her little monkey, kissed my forhead, and left. I was off to Cleveland to my aunt and uncle who lived there. When I got to there, the door said vacant.

15 years later, i'm making doughnuts at Fun Family Bakery. I keep telling myself, oneday you will have a brother. Someday I will have abed, a dog, and a friend. I should probabley get back to my make shift shed. The next day I heard about a new restraunt called "Little Italy". I walk in. There are no seats. I began walking around. Then an Italian man sked me to take a seat.I sit down and begin to talk.

"So, thankyou for the seat." I say.

"Nessun problemo." the old gentleman said.

"Father may you speak english." said the younger gentleman.

"Oh, yes, sorry, I am Italian and proud of it," says the older gentleman," I must leave now, buy the lad a drink."

" Oh I'm fine, I have money." I reply.

" Pardon my father, he still speakes in his native toung." the young man says," My name is Joe Escotta yours?"

" My name is Kin, Kin Ming and i don't mind your dather, i'm grateful yo have one." I mention.

" Why, don't you have a father?" Joe asks.

" He was gunned down in Iraq, he was a marine. Now the question is, do I join the American Army to avenge my father's loss or the revolt in my home country, Libya?" I say not realizing the waitress was here with our food." Now all I want is family." I felt a teer drop from my chhek.

"Would you take a brother?" Joe asked. Right then i was crying in happyness and in sadness. Joe patted my on the back and we began to eat.

After we ate he showed me his house and I was welcome to crash on the couch. He gave me a spare set of keysand he was off.

Then a saw this little asian girl. It reminded me of my mother when she was a little girl. When I walked over, she appeared startled and left. I walked over their and there were all these plants sprouting. This must have been the garden I heard about. There was a little girl planting seeds at 11:00 at night.

I went to my shed and drifted away in a dream of my parents. Then it came to me. I will plant bannanas to honor my parents. Bannanas to me are happy and fun just like my parents. They always are bright just like my parents. The next day I woke up at 5:00 a.m to make my fair share of doughnuts so I could go make a family of bannanas. I finished my last doughnut at 10:00 in the morning. I left thanking for my job. I was off to the seed store. I could only afford a small pack of seeds. Then I went to the garden. Many people were there. I cleared a space and began planting.

I forgot to get Joe so I ran all the way to his house. I told Joe about the garden and he agreed to plant. So we went back to the seed store to get, Roses?Then we walked back to the garden.

" Why did you pick roses?" I asked still confused.

" I'm showing I'm done with my past, I'm a new person." Joe spoke with a small grin.

" I'm honoring my past.My parents were bright and happy people, now there bright happy souls." I said

" Did your mother die too, not to be rude/" Joe questioned.

" No, she was sent back to China, apparently she wasn't leagle here." I said still working on my bannanas.

Joe and I worked until 5:00 that night. Tonight me and Joe were going to a movie. We talked and laughed and laughed some more. We saw the new version of __Frankinstien.__ We both agreed it was a comedy, not a horror film. A week passed and we were going back to the Bronx, New York. We hopped on a plane. I checked for a gunman seven times before I got on. It was all clear.

Three hours later we arrived.Home sweet home.I was going to loose all my money, but it would be the time of our lives, or at least mine. We are going to the Yankee-Redsox game. When we arrived I was just like a child on Christmas morning.In the 3rd inning I got nailed bye a foulball. It hit me right in my mouth. I began to taste blood in my mouth so I just sipped my Coca-Cola. Then five men dressed in black coats and black pants ran towerd us and began yelling in what I think was Italian. Joe yelled something back and told me he needed to go. He said he will be back in Cleveland. Alone again.