Week 1- Uyen Ngo
Week 1: Uyen Ngo ASA 189B
When I was 4 years old, I moved into my very first home with my mom and aunt and uncle. Prior to this, my mom and I had lived in a small rented room in a distant relative's home while my mom saved up enough money to move out. Because we had just came to America, my mom was only able to save up enough money for a tiny apartment in a very run down neighborhood. This apartment was the place in which my unusually night time activities began. I don't remember much besides going to bed and then waking up in odd places such as the bath tub or under the dining room table. While this would usually be just a case of sleep walking, the odd thing was, I would wake up with intense nose bleeds, just as Prarie/Nina did in the OA. At first they were quite minor and my mother thought of it as just a case of nightmares and sleep walking. However, she soon started to become alarmed as she would wake up to see me touching things and mumbling in my sleep while having severe nose bleeds.
When I was 4 years old, I moved into my very first home with my mom and aunt and uncle. Prior to this, my mom and I had lived in a small rented room in a distant relative's home while my mom saved up enough money to move out. Because we had just came to America, my mom was only able to save up enough money for a tiny apartment in a very run down neighborhood. This apartment was the place in which my unusually night time activities began. I don't remember much besides going to bed and then waking up in odd places such as the bath tub or under the dining room table. While this would usually be just a case of sleep walking, the odd thing was, I would wake up with intense nose bleeds, just as Prarie/Nina did in the OA. At first they were quite minor and my mother thought of it as just a case of nightmares and sleep walking. However, she soon started to become alarmed as she would wake up to see me touching things and mumbling in my sleep while having severe nose bleeds.
This continued to come and go throughout my childhood. The worst incident was when we finally moved to the home my family is currently in. One night my mom woke up to find me walking around my living room before opening up the door and waking out of the house into the streets where I started to scream. I woke up that night to my mom crying in my bed because she was not sure what was going on with me. After that night, I never had another incident again. Because I was so young I don't remember much of what happened during those incidents except one, in which I dreamt of my dad, who is currently still in Vietnam, and how I was trying to reach him but as I walked closer to him, the floor started to crumble and as I ran to try to catch up to him, he fell through the cracks.
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