#Blog 28 : Bác

If there is a wish, I will wish this earth haven't the illness to live happily with those who I love. I am afraid of feeling lost sense of whether someone familiar or unfamiliar. I wish it was time to go back to have dinner with my dad, to sit with my uncle, to talk with him, and to pack with rice cake when Tet returned. I remember him, the emotional life people always think of the family, the children. Never seen him, never listened his question: "How about you?" again. I do not want to miss him, do not want to lose him. Last meal is eaten with him. Uncle tell us nothing, so far away from my family. So a relative left me, I cried a lot because I love him, miss him so much. goodbye uncle !