I was born and raised in a pulse-sufficient city of Vietnam Ho Chi Minh named or also known by two brief letters Saigon. A city is always noisy, bustling passersby, and never stop working. It's like a small city of New York. In the year I was 12, my parents decided to settle through beauty to reunite with family, convenient care for my grandmother and my learning. Although the US has been a time not too long nor too short, but parents always reminded me a question, "Do not ever forget my roots, where I first set foot first and build memories." An image is always in my mind when talking about Vietnam's ao dai.
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