Born in a rural, Most of people had a lot of hard time on that time and me, too. For the tuition and to help my family, I must do many jobs after school. Sell food, build house, work on farm, mail deliver are all things I did for a better life. Everyday, I tried my best in school and work until the night.

Day by day, my family becomes to be well off. Then we move to the city, a flower’s city named Dalat. With a new place, our family actually lost the love for each other because of a hard life. My parents worked all day and night, and I become a bad boy. Fighting, smoking, drinking are all I did for that time. Happy is faded away, far away.

After three years live in that, we moved to America. When I heard the word “America”, my mind images that it is a perfect place, new things, new people, rich life…After arriving to here, I found out that no thing change, it still a hard and busy life. But I changed, getting out of the past. I did not know why. Maybe it was because I saw my parents feel tired with a life in strange country, or because of my parents were old and they were tired. And my family gradually took back the happy in the past that we almost lost. New happy, new hope appears, light appears and shine my life.