Family

Today while going through stacks of bills I found some loose papers ripped out of a spiral. They were hand-written by my mother and marked up with grammatical mistakes. She wrote pages about me, my sisters and Vietnam, it made me tear up. They were from the years she went to school to learn english. It felt like reading my own journals from elementary. I get so concerned with how my life is going and what I want to accomplish, but I wonder if my parents are happy.

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