My parents grew up in a same street. They got married at a special occasion, on a lucky day. As a young man, my father liked to study Vietnamese literature. My father died in 1975.
My mother is still strong. She is 95 years old. She gets up at half past four every morning. She brushes her teeths. She wakes her little nephews and nieces. Then she goes into the kitchen and cooks breakfast. After breakfast, she washes the dishes. Some time she does the houseworks: cleaning, washing, and cooking. My mother is still living in Vietnam. she didn't came with me to United States.
I was born in VIET NAM and I was originally a Vietnamese literature teacher at high school and a member of Central of a National Party. I spent 14 years in re-education camp of Viet Nam Communist until I was released on 1989.
I am now pleased to inform that my whole family has been living in United States four years. I always remember about my childhood, when I fell sick, my mother put her hand on my head, she was worried with fear. Every day, after dinner my mother told the story of my country much of that she says is true. I always love my mother with all my heart
If you like my story, please write to me.
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