A few years later, I moved to a neighborhood that had more cultural variety. There were kids who would freely speak in their native language and share stories about life back in their home country. I was astonished at how proud they were of their culture, and how open they were about expressing it. I started to feel ashamed of myself for being embarrassed of my culture when I saw how happy my friends looked. In order to repent for my past behavior, I tried to get involved in my Vietnamese community in any way I could. I joined the Vietnamese Student Association in my school. Their purpose was to perform acts of community service that would promote the Vietnamese culture to the school and the community. I would participate in Tet festivals and fundraisers in Pho restaurants to fund for children surgery in Viet Nam. I also performed in the annual VSA Show that the Vietnamese