Personal Narrative: Vietnam

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Vietnam, such a hot place! It’s one of those countries where people are not so wealthy to have a house and they made it out of plastic scraps and wooden sticks they find. After the World War II, they have declared Independence. This was a huge thing! My husband and I , Bryan, has just moved to a new place by the water, my kids, Rachel, Kevin, David, Kathy, Haley, and Andy help pack up everything. We don’t have a real home, we built it out of scratch, the three oldest kids were sent on a mission to find scraps to build our walls. Its tough being a mom when you don't have a proper house and not enough food to feed your family, not even clothes and enough money to send them to school. Kathy and Haley are the two oldest girls, they are a big help.
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