Have you ever missed your hometown? Yes, I did, where I was born and raised. I had left Vietnam for three years, but I still remember what I did in Vietnam. The things that I remember most is my friend, the couple days I was away from home and most importantly is my sister.
The first, I remember my friends from high school. We had someday studied at school and after a week of learning, we met each other on Saturday night. We rode bike around the area I lived and sometimes we got some ice cream from someone who sold ice cream on the street. And then we went home and thought what to do tomorrow.
Second, the couple last day in Vietnam might the happiest and also the saddest day, because I had to leave my hometown and closest friends. I almost cried when I left them behind me. It felt uncomfortable I could not turned my face looked at them because I would cry. I kept going and going.
Finally, my sister is so poor, because only shr is living in Vietnam. She married and had two children one little girl 6 years old and one little prince 1 year old. When I left Vietnam the girl she was 3 years old, she didn’t know everything yet. She just asked her mom Where is grandma? And I had never seen the boy, I just saw him through the picture. He so cute, I wish I would meet him as soon as I can and I would raise him up.