I was born and grew up in Vietnam. I love living there so much that I never thought that I had to move to somewhere else. But it’s life. Although now I’m really satisfied with my marriage, my beloved husband and my American life, I never stop thinking about Vietnam, because a part of my life, my family, my heart, my soul are still there.
I always consider myself as the luckiest person in the world. I got married with the nice man who always takes care and thinks about me every second of his life. I have a job that i earn well enough to pursue my higher education. I have a couple best friends who are always beside me. Life cant be better, right?