My letter to Vietnam

Dear Vietnam,

I miss you, man. I miss everything in Vietnam. I miss the heat of the sun in the afternoon, the cool wind in a summer night that flowed pass me every time I walked with my dog. I even miss the polluted air in the morning when I go to school. I can still hear the horn of some crazy men in the traffic jam, they tried to get out of the noisy streets which is kind of impossible. Sometimes I swear because I do hate the life in Vietnam, but I just can’t imagine that someday I will be sick because of missing that life I used to hate that much. I would please to crack my stomach right now with tons with Vietnamese food. The picture of the bridge near my house still appears in my head sometimes. When the lights are turned on at night, when I stand at a point far away from the bridge, it looks like that bridge is made with millions of stars. The name of the bridge is Comet, just like the way it looks, a comet. I miss my friends, my love. I miss all the fun times I hang out with them, all the laughters, all the fights. Sometimes when I’m asleep, I can still dream of the fun we have had together. I miss my family. And my sister, even when she disturbs me while I am doing my homework or talking on the phone with my friends - when she tells my mom the thing that I’ve done, which they are supposed to be secrets. I feel sad when me and my younger sister fought. Because right now, I miss her so much. I miss everything in Vietnam so much. I wish that I have wings like birds, or a magic broom just like the wizards in the stories. So I can fly back to Vietnam whenever I want. I want to come back to visit it, one day, as soon as possible.

Missing you so much,

Hy Nguyen