Hi, my name is Sheng, I'm hmong or Asian, I guess there the same... I like to write stories about myself and I like to do lots of other fun stuff.... okay well again I'm Asian (hmong) okay, here I go.... the hmong people came from Asia (Laos) but actually had cross china and came to Laos and since then on they were called hmong, no one know all the last name to the hmong culture but my family is christian so we don't really have to follow the culture's legend (were r not shamans, shamans r people who believes in ghost) my family believes in god... so far in life people only believes that there are 18 clan of hmong people living today but there could be more still in china that didn't cross the boarder but since then, hmong people came to USA cause of the world war II (2), their land was taken over, they where being torched and most of all, 35% of the hmong people back then had died cause of that war... even the babies too, some parents died and they left there kids behind as orphans but no one would take them cause back then people was really poor and hardly had any meat to eat, all they ate was rice and water... (so sad) imagine u where the one who I mention, living in a hay house, eating rice water and noting but plain old eggs.. I bet u couldn't last 2 weeks there, well if ur a person who is scared of ghost and monster "don't go to Laos!" Well this is just a warning cause most hmong people died cause spirits would come and take over there bodies until they die, then after they die the ghost would have a meal and so that is why my family became Christan, way back, way back from when my dead 80 year old grandpa was born we were always christens. My family had to suffer just to get through that war to come to Thailand and come here where I live today (America) I could tell u the whole story but it would be just too long to explain it cause it goes back hundreds and hundreds of year ago.... it would just take me almost a week just to type it but here it goes... back then there were no doctors so babies where born in house and people died in house so every time someone died u have to do something special to there house (make the spirits go away..) and every time babies where born there sometimes would be a baby shower but all u got was about $0.50 and they thought it was good cause they where poor and not picky so it was fine but still poor.... do u know whats sad, I never knew my grandpa, he would be 80 years old if no one would had murder him... ( my grandma told me he was the best person and most the bravest one our family...) my grandma told me that my grandpa would never cheat on a test, he would just look at the teacher and listen to everything he said, he'll write it down on his notebook and on all the paper work he did and same with the test, he would always A's them I mean every time.... he was the best hunter, let me tell u a story when he went hunting with his friend (a guy I don't know, I think he's dead.. the guy not my grandpa...okay idk) well the guy said "hey my friend, if u shoot that tiny bird flying in the sky without aiming I'll eat it whole just if u pluck the feathers and wash it clean then I cook it and eat it with out taking out the inside..." well that guy was acting show off until my grandpa shot it like he said with the hmong arrow... my grandpa said " now I shot it then now u eat it," he started laughing, but he's friend just sat there doing nothing.... (he was embarrass) when I herd this story I started laughing... my grandpa was one of the top warrior in the troop... he fought for wars since he was 18 but he joined when he was 12 ,he died what he was around 40... I never lived with grandpa in my whole entire life... I heard that my grandpa loved children but he only had three cause some died and one wasn't his, it was the step father's (the third) (okay my grandma was married 3 times) every time when he went fishing, he's take my uncle and put him around his neck, but he didn't just do that to my uncle, he done that to every child he had that was one and older cause babies that r younger can't stay on for long, my uncle got to ride until he was 8....... my dad was so glad to have a father like that until my grandpa die well there was the last time my dad was so happy.... my grandpa was a very good cook too, he knows how to garden, chop fire wood and lots of other, I would really what to meet him but oh well, well it's been awhile so thank you for listening and hope u enjoyed it cause I wish he was still alive... thank u and thank u again..... more coming soon and also if I don't write more come to my profile and I'll explain it to u all but please don't get bored of it.... well this is it buh bye
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