KienCuong Nguyen I still remember that day; it was July 4, 1994. My
family including my parents, my three younger sisters, and I were going
to leave Vietnam to come to the United States. We had permission from the United States government to come over to the United States because my father used to work for the United States Army during the Vietnam war. I woke up about eight o'clock in the morning. After breakfast, I dressed up and walked around to say good-bye to my neighborhood. Some of my neighbors wished me a good life and a better education, some told me keep in touch with them. Then I went back to my house. It was full of relatives and friends.
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