Joy Luck Club: Episode 2: How my mom’s house was burglarized in Hacienda Heights

After an exhilarating and exhausting 2-week graduation trip through

Barcelona

Madrid

Toledo (NOT Ohio)

and Istanbul

I came back with a better perspective and a bigger appreciation for life in California. Unfortunately, my luggage did not make it, and it decided to travel Europe 6 additional days. With it was my cell phone, my lifeline. My 6th sense. My connection to the outside world. My marbles. Luckily my friend Chris Tong had an extra phone on an extra line. (Random right, he’s totally a drug dealer, I know it.)

I finally get my luggage back on Friday, my own phone, and like Stella, I was starting to get my groove back. I had a new do, I had my stuff, the sun was coming out tomorrow.

My mom was also getting home from Taiwan that day, she called when she landed and all would be well. And everything was peachy… until she got HOME.

DANGER DANGER! 911! 911! Someone shattered our back sliding glass door, stole her new flat screen TV, computer, CAR, jewelry, purses, everything and anything. They went through my room too but they didn’t take much. They opened my childhood drawers and probably thought, “Hello Kitty band-aids? Kerokerokeroppi flower pen? Expired Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans? next room.”

They didn’t even open my closet. My mom’s room was a wreck though. I have clues that the burglar was a team and a WOMAN was involved. How do I know?

Exhibit A: This person went through my mom’s closet. She took the Fendi’s and the Gucci’s, and left the PPADA’s and the Fallagamo’s. She took the golds, black pearls and sapphires, and left the cubics, glass, and costume jewelry. This bitch was savvy.

Exhibit B: They even took these bras from Victoria Secret that I left at home the last time I visited. Maybe it is not as violating and disturbing as if it were my used intimates but still. This person broke into my house and stole my undergarments. And ladies, we all know that sh*t is expensive. Violating to me, my chest, and my wallet. Stab, stab, twist.

Oh, and you know what is totally creepy? We have a small statue of St. Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of birds, animals and the environment, in the backyard, made of cement or something. And his head was totally cut off. On purpose. =/

Take Home Message #1: Hacienda Heights is becoming less safe.

Take Home Message #2: This has not been a good month for the Chui’s.=(

~ by chuionthis on May 6, 2008.