American Dreams...

I was a child from Mom & Dad from Vietnam who was fortunate enough to be baptized in the house of Catholic.  That is where my journey of life began.

From the young ages of birth to 12 years old, I lived in the house that my grandparents established for my parents.  We live on farms in BaoThi, Vietnam these days.

As a child, I had to feed chickens each morning and evening, loved it when chickens ran after me for food.  But these chickens just go away right after they have a full stomach.  What a memory.  But I guess that is the nature of chicken farms.

What I remember most was that Daddy always argued and discussion about the differences between American parties such as the Republican Party or the society of China or Russia, etc.  It is an ideology that the world circulates to better understand the leaders of the society.  The strategy of Catholics as well as others.  I loved to hear my daddy discuss his point of view with his friends, however, I was too little to understand the point of view of the Vietnam-US military perspectives that I had.  I cried with my sister so much as a child in the family.

But that is fine, my story is where it begins, and where it goes in my life will make perfect sense in life along the way.

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