my fraudster
Early the next morning, I went to the local coffee-house for breakfast. Half way into my meal, a voice from behind startled me. I turned around, and stood there was this 8-year-old girl from the bridge yesterday. Again she cried, starting the drama, unable to recognized me, it’s not like I had a nose-job , or getting plastic surgery since yesterday, but I played along. The second story went like this: She couldn’t find work for the past months to support her 3 brothers and a mother who loved to gamble, so her mother got upset, gave her a beating and throwing her out of house. And she was asking for about $100 (compare to USD) for rent. In my head all this time, telling myself this girl was a fraud, she clearly didn’t remember conned me , and now she did it again.
Unable to held the anger inside I confronted her. I told her about yesterday, and I what my sister had said. I thought the girl would turn blue and quickly left, but she stood there, staring at me with watery eyes and running nose. Quietly, we both looked at each other for a long time, no one at the coffee shop made a sound, expecting some kind of a showdown between this Viet Kieu (Roots Forgetter with money) and a beggar. At this point I lost my appetite, I blinked.
“Con xinh loi chu” She said sorry to me and I went berserk. What did she meant she’s sorry? was she sorry to conned me? or was she sorry to interrupt my breakfast? I won’t trust you again, you treated me like sheep and here again you expecting me to believe what ever you said, I thought to myself.
Unable to bear the cried, I turned around and told the girl to leave me alone. She stood there for a minute or so and left. Down the broken path, with garbage littered everywhere, she walked home. My eyes followed her, couldn’t stand sitting there bathing in my ignorance. I quickly paid the meal and followed the girl home. I felt like a stalker, but I determined to find out any truth behind the girls’ story.
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