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June Chua
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% p2 ?9 \6 ~2 C: |# s; R" kJune Chua is a writer/broadcaster living in Toronto. She has worked at the CBC as a reporter, announcer, producer and writer in radio, TV and online.
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There's a little old Chinese lady who does cleaning at the office where I work occasionally. She limps a little, I think she's over 60. I see her all the time pushing her cart: bottles of pink handwashing goo on top and her mops placed in special holders at the end.
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Often, I'll say hello and she'll mumble something back – half English, half-something else. After I see her, I can't get her out of my mind. She breaks my heart – she reminds me of my mother.
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My mother came to Canada in 1976 with a teaching degree from Malaysia. ! j- H. s7 R6 p' G) x1 K8 N0 n
8 r3 z3 h2 V8 }# e8 X9 V. \She had been vice-principal at the international school my sisters and I were privileged to attend. My parents wanted their three girls to have a better chance in life because Malaysia had become increasingly intolerant towards Chinese people. So, they left their comfortable jobs and lives to begin a new adventure in Canada. 6 I2 ~% K5 E( W; }. K4 G
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Mom's credentials meant nothing here. To earn money for the family, she started off as a chambermaid at the Four Seasons hotel in Calgary. Sometimes, she worked in the kitchen, her hands raw-red from handling and washing food all day. - o# s3 k! V( b+ a& C4 t* N) i* r
( B6 _4 I4 W6 [3 V A) T" YShe moved from one service job to another and at one point was cafeteria assistant at my sister's high school. It was a job she came to revile. The manager was dictatorial and mom complained she was forced to do the chores of the other workers. 0 J3 x; Z4 R4 F& Y* E9 G, C4 ^
8 a$ @* I3 N6 n K8 t1 O$ mAll the while, mom made hard-boiled eggs for us every morning, put hot chocolate into our thermos' and then lined us up during the winter and put Vaseline jelly on our faces to protect us from the bitter wind.
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0 g1 E+ y: v0 tFor seven years, she went to night school to study accounting. She didn't pass the certification exams because they subjected the marks to a bell curve, only letting the very top in. But she still managed to get a job at an oil company doing finance. She was that good. ' N1 H6 B o4 B* O2 `2 ?
2 u A# n5 G/ Q$ d: e) }9 ^To fill in the void left by my mother, my 10-year-old older sister took charge when we got home from school. For many years, I resented Therese; she made me do things I didn't like and forced me to eat cream of mushroom soup. I dumped ketchup and spaghetti sauce into the soup and wolfed it down as fast as I could. Man, did I hate her.
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Between the ages of 10 and 15, my sister was forced by circumstance to have my little sister and me in her care. Wherever she went, we went. I never heard her complain. The only time she got in trouble was when she tired of waiting for my little sister at school and came home alone. It was the middle of winter. Poor mum, she went into a tizzy. + S& i9 h; h/ c: \ D
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"You mean you left your sister at school? Her voice rose. You know what I have to do now? I just got home from 10 hours at work, now I have to go and find her."
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Mom stomped off. We felt the sting of disappointment. She found Esther three blocks away – stuck in a snowdrift, tears rolling down her face. Therese never did that again.
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) L$ t/ c9 R1 u1 n# gIn the years since, I have had many disagreements with my mother– over marks at school (a B-plus was never good enough), over my choice as a career ("when are you going to get your MBA?") and over my tendency to take off and travel.
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% N6 T/ f6 m% HLike many people, I grew up angry with my parents for some of their choices and what I considered limitations in thinking. Now, when the old Chinese lady cleans my desk, I realize what it took for my mother to come here and leave all her dreams behind. 2 m- V+ F1 `. k0 s- F, g/ D
% y/ h! J: o+ F/ x# N! LI take the time to look up and say "thank you" to the cleaning lady. When I look into her eyes, I see everything. I see my mother's red hands and the care with which she put on the petroleum jelly. I see Therese stirring the soup. She now has two sons of her own. They're in good hands. . I/ {% G6 }% B% l9 l' a( ^' ?
/ H- n I/ s1 J2 \4 OI was raised by two mothers. They took care of me as best as they could and I love them very much. |
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