My Vietnamese Family

An unknown writer said, "The family seems to be a soft sweet - most of them are sweet and nuts, my family is the most important aspect of my life, I love them I am people I think that I can not live my life without my family's support My family supports me with all my actions and they make me laugh, with my mum and dad In other words, since the life of the two people is very difficult, I think that I do not intend to experience this.

I certainly know that I am a Vietnamese. My parents taught me to speak Vietnamese and on Sunday I went to a Vietnamese school to learn how to read and write Vietnamese and went to a Buddhist temple in Vietnam with my family. But until that day, I understood the true meaning of becoming a Canadian in Vietnam. My parents are entrepreneurs. When they landed in Canada, they temporarily engaged in humble work and began to build their own lives here; my father was a car shop and my mother near Strathcona in Vancouver We opened a very popular coffee shop for. . A few years later, my parents started their second business, and the third business. My family and I thought that I was normal.

I grew up as a Vietnamese American, and it was absurd to not be able to communicate with Vietnamese people, friends, strangers, and my family. Unfortunately, Berkeley, California is not the perfect place to learn it - and I was not an effective language learner at the time. Because I lost communication with my family, I moved to Vietnam in 2006. I lived there for nine years. Now, let me make my mother laugh at the phone. When I was 15 I took her to CompUSA in Emeryville, so I was able to buy an iMac on the first computer. That's when I am mature. I think it is easy to buy an iMac: Buy a CompUSA credit card and buy it. After all, I need a credit card to get a CompUSA credit card. I am very angry. Then I became ignorant of tiredness. I was typing an English literary class in the computer room at Berkeley High a long afternoon. Normally it is only there.