When going to school far from home, I remember my family, relatives, friends, remember and love their Vietnam. I still remember the day boarding parents cry, but my mother didn't tell me, the tears flowed long on crude strongly stain human face by precipitation, sunny's mother. Afraid of me crying, I go pretending like nothing, parents rush to wipe the tears have not dried up, I recall that want to fly on real fast with his mother. The day I've just come to Canada I really miss my mom But knew what to do when we are away from the mother the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of kilometers. Instead, I'm also trying to learn my mother pleaseBut there is no less because the students remember, crashing out of boredom, myself, depression makes distracted in school. They are not sufficient and the mind to overcome the wave of wind in my life. Independence in Vietnam is a hard thing, which independently abroad is worse than ever. Turns out turns on the question "where's Mom? My mother came here to help me. "Far from my mother, I must own, DIY everything and decide everything. But think of the beautiful Vietnam scene, returns to the room is warm, familiar, and the family feast, ...
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