My family was so poor in Vietnam, my mom and dad worked selling tea and coffee. When the United States government said that we could go to America my family was so happy they cries. They cried because we will get freedom, and cried because we will get new life. The day before my family went to the airport, we have a little party. I knew my grandma would cry a lot but I didn't cry. I knew she will miss my family, but I don't know what to do. I couldn't sleep that night, thinking what will happen next.
We went to the airport at noon. It is so hot there, and I feel so sad to leave my family, to leave where I grew up but I have to go to America go away from the Communist Government. I sat inside the airplane, I felt suffocated. I looked out the window and saw my aunt raise her hand to say good-bye. Now I'm in Seattle, and in my ESL class writing a letter of my memory.
Ngoc, April 6, 1998