There are 4 members in my family, including: Daddy, Mommy, Me and My little sister. It is hard to examine whether it is a good and model family or not. However, I really love my family, of course nothing could be considered to exchange with my family. Let's see how each member's characteristics are:
Daddy: When he was just a child, his favourite subjects are literature and languages (English and French). Consequently, he tends to be partial of art, which is demonstrated by his way of thinking and behavior. I think he is a smart, hardworking, sensitive and sentimental. Sometimes I think they are reasons why my Mother fell in luv with him and keeps in luv for such a long time, maybe forever.
His life is known as a long and challenged journey. Long times ago, when I was not born and my Father was still a tiny boy, my Grandmom- his Mother- had been very rich. He told me that my Grandpa used to have many big houses and even a cinema in the North Vietnam. War occured, in the troubled time, his Mother run to the South with her children and left all assets (Phew, stimes, I feel regretful, wish she still keeps smthing!!!). They moved to Dalat and decided to live here. Dalat locates in a beautiful plateau with lots of pine trees, little houses situated in the big and glamorous yards and friendly people. In some of our Dalat visiting, following Daddy's momory, I guess he did spend a great time in his life here with friends and exciting games. At that time, his family was still rich when my Grandfat was working in a high position for the USA. One time, I was guided to visit one of used-to-be-their-houses. It is a huge building separated in the center of a big garden where many strange and cute flowers are found here. Actually, it is more looked like a castle. Hence, I am made sense why my paternal aunt and uncle usually recommend about their time in Dalat with a dreamlike voice and regretful face. Subsequently, my Grandfat's job sufferred losses, my Grandmom did have to sell out some of their houses. Following the selling chain, from the big beautiful palace to monumental building, from smaller to smaller houses, his family started to face peckish and poor situation. After that or maybe after the Liberation Day, his family moved to Hochiminh City. His life came to other page- The page of poorness. Beside time of studying in school, he, his sisters and his brothers did have to find part time jobs to share his Mother's money burden. He faces many difficulties at that time: famine both in food and necessities. My Mom told me that stimes Daddy went to school with torn trousers, he looked funny at that time- she commented.
Like us, he admires his Father very much. He usually tells us some areas of his Father's life with a respectful voice. According to him, our Granfat is a great man. He was one of some first people who were assigned to attebd a refresher course in the USA. With poor vocabulary and lacking of practicing speaking, his Father did have to learn by heart words in dictionary while achieving the training course. All over his life, his Father did not live closed to his family, however, he was very faithful with Grandmom. This is one of hundred things that induce me to admire and respect my Grandfat. In the feudal time with many aged customs, while other men had more than 1 wife, he was still be faithful and loves only (I take a liberty to use SIMPLE PRESENT here, 'cuz I believe that if my Grandfat was still alive, this verb would be kept talking by him for my Granmom) my Father's Mommy. Consequently, I think that much or a little, it has affected my Father's characteristic.
Similarly, Daddy respects his Mommy very much. He said she is a type of perfect woman who spent all her life for feeding her children with her husband's absence. Passing by all the wheels of life, she still keeps a strong belief in her husband and tried and tried more to feed up her kids. It does not need to say the love between my Father's Daddy and Mommy becomes a real long lasting legend. I guess my Daddy does want to let his love with my Mommy become sth called "legend", too ^___^
With 5 years of loving, my Daddy get married with my Mommy. I think with such a long time like that, they surely love each other very much. Following his life, he did try many kinds of careers: from a agricultural engineer catching fish in the WC lake to a staff working in Export & Import Co., he is a headmaster of a management training skill school until now. He did encounter many kinds of difficulties and by himself he studied how to overcome it. He may fail or win, however, in the final, he seems to get the right experience for his tasks. If my Mother met him now, as a rich and clever headmaster, it would be unsure that she might fall in luv like in the past. He is loved 'cuz he is a faithful and honest man, moreover, 'cuz he was successful in buiding a belief for her.
Ti- my little Sister: The reason why she is recommended secondly is her name is constructed on the base of my Daddy's name. I guess Mommy and Daddy must love each other very much and must desire to have a happy family when they created this name. She does not like her name, with a silly reason, she said it looks like a male name. Sure it is! However, this is a meaningful name. Her name includes the meaning of a golden dragon of the God.
"Woa a little cuttie princess"- I could not count how many people did lapsus linguae when they first see her. With me, she looked like a monkey with red face and wrinkled skin. However, soonly, I recognized that she is more beautiful than me with double- eyelid eyes and pretty face.
In some way, she is a naughty and strange sister. When she was just a child, she usually smiled and postured in front of people, esp camera. Differently, growing, it is harder to find her face in a mood called "Smile". She can write by the left hand. It did put her in some problems in some first days of practicing writing. However, my Daddy usually says this habit tends to belong to genius or talented person. She is smart but lazy, if she tries hard, I bet her studying result would be better than mine.
As the youngest child, she is stimes selfish which is usually a reason of our ceaseless arguments. However, she is a sensitive person. She loves and admires our parents with a worshipful love. She admires Daddy 'cuz he is a wise man with a huge warehouse of knowledge and ability of explaining things in a easy way to achieve. Besides that, she loves him 'cuz he loves our Mother with unmercenary love and 'cuz she believes that he is always faithful with her. In some discussions with her, I recognize that her big dream is to have a happy family like this in the future where she and her husband will live happily with their children. On the other hand, she admires Mommy 'cuz she is the most perfect woman she ever met in her life. Although she does not speak English fluently, she does not pick her up on time and stimes she is too specifically in $ calculation, she is very good at cooking, feeding and teaching her kids, esp she is a good example of a great housewife who devotes all her life for her husband and kids. As her older sister, I know she also loves me much despite our frequent arguments.
Innocent and pure like an angel, she loves our family with a nice luv. Every night, climbing to the bed, she falls to a sleep with a wonderful dream leaving all bad stuffs aside. She ever let me know who is her idols, however, 99% I guess Daddy and Mommy are idols of her.
Mommy: She is the first and most important woman in our family who plays a decisive role of creating 2 other women. She is the second kid to last, however, her Mother- my Grandmom- did humour her much. If Kate Moss is known as the thinnest model, she must be shy in comparison with my Mommy. While Daddy prefered hugging a cuddly bear for taking a photograph, Mommy looked very active and naughty riding a wood horse. Staring at her photos following years by years, it is easily to figure out that her face does not change much. Similar to Daddy's life, she had enjoyed a prosperous time before facing poorness. With her little younger sister- who I call: Aunt, they played some traditional games, such as: O Quan (Pane & Win Mandarin), etc. and some for-girl-only games, for instance: dolls, etc. At that time, television is rare and only with black-white screen. Sotimes, my Mother got chance to watch TV of neighbors, it was the best minutes for her, she confide: "I luve that time so much". She loves Strums- thumb-sized people with blue skin. Usually, she imagined she get one Strum, she would put him on her T-shirt pocket and makes friend with him. Obviously, imagination is only imagination and she never owns chance to make friend with tiny blue-skin man, however, she keeps imagine 'cuz no one can stop her from doing that. She was known as the biological and chemical belle (my Father must be very strenuous to flirt her), thus, there were many "volunteered tails" walking behind her back everyday after finishing school time. Among them, there was the most patient VT who luved her from 9th grade to university. With her, he was a good boyfriend who was very gallant in sending many cute and expensive gifts for her. During time of liberation, sthing did happen, this VT went away after several times expressing his luv with Mommy. It was such a bad time in her life, the best and most faithful bf left her, luckily for MY FAMILY, my Father got that chance, he attacked her heart and become the only winner forever.
Mommy could be described as a perfect type of housewife though maybe not a perfect woman. She is funny, nice, friendly, sentimental and somehow emotionally fragile. She behaves as the way she is. Therefore, it is easily for me to recognize her feeling mood. Especially, she is very afraid of an eal which is assumed to be looked like a snake with slippery skin. Besides eal dishes, she will refuse all strange dishes if you invite her.
Additionally, she is very good at cooking. Processing dishes, she puts all her heart and mind in finishing them. Hence, besides her dishes' taste, I also feel her warm luv specially for Me, My little sister and for Daddy. My Family has a schedule of visiting GrandMoms each Sunday and Thursday. However, gradually, when we grow up, our timetable is divided for studying, friends and other stuffs, we delete Thursday plan and keep only Sunday visit time. Every Sunday, Mommy cooks sthing and together we come to visit my Grandmom's house. Cooking everyday, Sunday must be reserved for relaxation, she utilized it for creating small happiness for cousins. This is one of her charateristics that I'm mostly admired. It is hard to ensure that in the future, I could do the same thing for my future family. This is a silent sacrifice marked her name. Of course, with some people, this is an obvious responsibility of a woman, a mother in the family. It is the small and simple thing in comparison with doing the job in the society. I am ability to show off evidences to demonstrate that it is a totally wrong viewpoint. If it easy, we make a change, men will exchange their role for women. Let's see: in fact, there are thousands of women who do good job together with finishing all house tasks. However, counting on the hand, men could successfully do two things at the same time. Obviously, I don't mean that men are worse than women. Each sex has diffferent advantages and strengths. The important thing here is that I ask for justice for women, in specific, for my Mother.
I don't know about other women, however, I bet that she is the most faithful woman I've ever known in my country. As said above, many men give themselves a right to have more than 1 women in their life: one is wife and another is ..., let's call these are chokane (if we say they are girlfriend, it's wrong, 1st, it is confused between female friend and special gf in definition, 2nd, how can they be called gf when the man is get married and gets permission to have close relationship with only 1 woman- his wife, hence, another is not allowed). Ev'rybody makes mistakes in their life, but the important thing is they get experience from it and never repeat the same mistake again. Bringing a generous heart, women are always tolerant for their men if men mistakely walk in the wrong line, but only for minor and unrepeated errors. My Mother is not an exception. I hope that I could inherit this virtue from Mommy.
Me: Well, this is not the most significant part to somebody, but it is with me. I'm a normal girl with a moderate studying result. I have only two buddies when there are many people considered to be friends. However, I have not found out the person that I could trust fully and could share all of my confidence. I'm enthusiastic, optimistic, adventurous, curious and stimes sensitive also. Furthermore, in some way, I'm considered to be naive. Whatever, I don't care.
I luv my family, clearly, for sure. Back when I was a child, Daddy was used to be a magic man who can do ever'thing. I admired him with all my soul, at that time, he was my 1st fairy.
Time by time, gradually, I recognized that he is normal person like ever'body around me. If there is a difference, it is just 'cuz of he is my father who loves me more than others. As human being, he also makes normal mistakes, some of which have made me feel uncomfortable while the others can be tolerate. In some way, I used to strongly believe in him, in ever'thing he told me, in all his stuffs. However, now, I'm wonderin' if I am right. How can I know he is honest or not? I am sceptic, oh, I forgot to recommend it above, actually I am. Belief is free, but it is only given once a time in life and is never got back in case it's lost...
Stimes, I think 'bout my future, what should it be looked like? A year ago, if u asked me what my future looks like, I would talk 'bout it with a strong desire and enthusiasm, but now, thing seems to be totally different. I still want to work for the UN organization, it's the reason for my life, however, I'm not sure whether I can achieve it or not. Whenever a tree wants to grow up, it needs to be derived from a strong and fat soil. Whenever a bird thinks 'bout flyng, it would find a enough strong twig as a pedal. And I don't know whether I can achieve my dream or not...
In these days, I'm often stuck on matrix of thinkin', what do I really want? I can choose luv, normal life with a office-staff job and try hard to earn as much $ as possible or focus on ways to get my dream: temporarily put luv stuff aside, study hard, get a job in the UN and take travel by travel around the world with that job far away from my family...
Too tired and bored, I let my life flowing to indefinite direction. I find difficulties in sharin' my confidence with others, actually, I don't believe in anybody although I always show as if I belive in ever'body. Shuck!! Even my best friend, she has her own probs and she also requires my help, so who can help me?? No one!!
I love my father but, twice, he lets me down and destroys my belief!!

Again, I am walking into the automatic door out of habit. I go to uni. to repay books. Shit, a stupid feeling ramming in my mind, where is he? Where is the man I'm looking for?
If I had not opened my heart, If I had not given him a chance, If I had controlled myself, If I had closed my eyes, If... if... many more if, I would not have to go around to find out my heart. I know exactly where it is now, I'm sure who keeps it but I do not take it back. I do not know how to take it back or I do not want to. I don't know! Oh, my stranger!
Behind Jaenul, we're on the mob running around the city. Missing him, I turn my eyes from side to side to find someone who I get used to calling him Dummy. Memory streamline brings me back to the 1st day I met him. It was the 1st meeting of my team in sem 1. "Late!! Shit!! Hope they don't get angry"- I was running throughout corridors, passing by the library, I stopped in front of a door of a small room- Seft-studying Room.

"Phew"- "Sorryyyyy, I'm late". There are around 6 people in the room, 4 team's members and 2 others. Taking a seat for me, S complained "Late! Penalties for u". "Oe, sorry!!! sorry!!"- "What a shame!!"- I's whispering. A was talking with a man, they were discussing about some stuffs. Staring at the man, "How vivacious he is"- my 1st impression about this boy. He seemed to fluently reply to all of A's issues. A high esteem for him and a little afraid of him, Oohs, a stranger.

"Hey, who allows u to have a look at them?"- Unruly, sitting on the garden chair, I asked. Gazing at me with a strict look, "I do not have right to look at them, do I?". "Hell, shit!! Chokane- He thinks who he is"- I was gnashing my teeth. Then, he freely allowed him to stare at my photos, it seemed that he was interested in them. Surprisingly, somebody took care of my stuffs. Funny, he's a stranger.

Today is a hot day. Seemingly, it is too hot to ask for a rain. I love rain, I love the feeling of being in a cold room and listen to the rhythm of the raining mingled with music from personal computer. A vague missing covers me. A nice smile, not too handsome, I can't stop me from smiling. He's soooo cute, not the most handsome, not the most talent person, but... he's the number one, at least I think so. "This is to let you know I love you"- "Pheew" how many times I have read this sentence, 8, 10 or even more, hey, I did not count, counting is something done when you are waken up, now, I guess I am not. Red face, hey, come on, stranger, of course.

Today is a hotter day. Raining is taking a holiday somewhere. It's been a week since the 1st day of my sleep. Pinching on the cheek, now, I guess I'm awake. He has disappeared. I cannot find him though walking throughout the campus. Impatience, worrying and missing are three of my permanent feelings. Worrying, a little bit more and more, he wants to hide me, I guess. "Nonsense, anyway, just a stranger".

How many times I am wondering that should I luv him? I don't know. Does he still love me? I don't know. Still? Yes, it is. He used to love me, but now, there is no answer for that question. There is nothing found to be similar between us, viewpoint? Not. Characteristics? Of course, not. Origin? Hell, totally different. Hence, nothing can be found to be the same or just be look like. I say I love him, "Stop that shit! He is not suitable with you, yerk!"- my friends grumble once a second. He tells his friends that he loves me, "Hey boy, wake up, she's not the one for you, she's of course not suitable for you". And we have no choice, God, may I ask you a question why you put us in this situation? Waiting for his reply, I keep standing at the same point 'cuz with me, he's a stranger and since that time, I'm wondering am I a stranger with him?

Life contains surprise. Ooh, Dummy is the same group with me. At the 1st time of looking at group name, I saw his name, but I didn't feel anything except of a little unnamed worriness. He would not join this class, for sure, he would switch group. I felt a vague hurt stinging inside my heart. His clost friend joined my group, I saw him, try to ignore him, but I felt uncomfortable. His friend stimes stared at me with a curious and inquisitive look, Oh, don't mind, I ignored his look. But then, I don't remember what number of the Internet 4 Biz class is, Dummy appeared in the class, I pretended as if his appearance is normal, but my heart is beating and beating, more and more, Oh, my God, I can't stop it. It was the 1st time, I discovered that stranger is not only stranger.

5 weeks, I'm living in a hanging in a mid air- air of happiness and luv. I luv to see his smiles; and although Jaenu always yields at me that he is ugly, no I don't think so, he is the most handsome man I've ever known. Hix, luv blinds me, he doesn't recognize how sad I was when he was sad; of course, he does not know that when I was sad, I crept into a restroom and I cried alone but tried to reduce its sound as much as possible. I don't want my family knew 'bout that. However, ... I want to let him know, I want to share all my feeling and minutes with him whether it is a good, sad or even bad time in my life. His face, his actions and stimes his voice lifted me up and helped me to release, I felt better. Then, I's confident to open the door with a radiant smile on my face and said hello to my Daddy. Oh, it seems like the stranger is no longer a stranger.

I sent him a mess and said that I wanted to meet him in Thursday. He said no, he did not hav class, I angried. He... never tried to do an'thing for me, I angried. I yielded at my mphone "How dare u! Tomorow, I won't tell u an'thing". Tomorow is comin' without him...He was absent, I'm worried, maybe my words hurted him. I tried to comfort him by sendin' an mess with content "Hi, seungnim, it's a long time that we haven't chatted with each other. We will today" and with a smile icon :) . He did not reply me, I felt disappointed, but I's still online and waited hopelessly. He was not online that night. I was angry with him many days after that, I ignored him and I see sadness in his eyes. At that time, I thought that our rltship was ended. Situationally, the stranger comes back to be a stranger.

But, life is beyond the definition of doubt. He and me are in the same team- Internet team. Ahhs, God seems to provoke me, when I want to forget him, He put him into my life again. Working in the same team with him, I tried to lead my behaviour as smooth and normal as possible. I don't want to let him know that how weak my mind is. "I have a private one-by-one meeting with him" I just want to shout out, I was so happy. I called him and said that we need a meeting to change the chosen topic due to some of its probs. Then, I talked with him in a room, I was surprised that I was calm down more than I imagined. He was also. Stimes, I recognized that I was peering at him attentively with full-of-luv eyes. Hix, wake up! I moved my eyes and hoped that he did not notice. At that time, I feel nothin', surprisingly, I should have been trumbled much, but, in fact I was not. Do I luv him? Stranger stimes is a question...

He waited me outside tha parking lot, maybe, I just guessed. I stepped over him and said nothin'. He seemed to be sad... That night, I sent him two messages, one is to ask him 'bout assignment, the other is to urge him quickly answer my 1st mess. I can't wait anymore after 10 minutes, I switch off my mphone and I was sad all the night.

I went to school this morning earlier than usual 'cuz of a meeting with teacher. I ran out to print an assignment draft, I must be hurry up 'cuz of lateness. I saw him and I felt disappointed he maybe did not do his assigned tasks. During the meeting, I tried to pretend that I'm O.K, I was staring at my teacher and kept my eyes at him only. But I saw Dummy's peering at me twice or more, his quite look. The meeting was finished and I just wanted to get out of the room, I did not want to look at him anymore. His friend stopped me with questions 'bout our website. I answered with a hiden fleer smile. Dummy gave me a paper with his note. I grabbed it and turned away immediately. My face showed an anger could not be hiden. I felt tired and did not want to say anything. Jaenu, even is my best friend, did not recognize that I am depressed. I took a long sleep with lots of fulfilled-event dreams. I woke up, tired and bored, I cried without saying anything. I turn on my PC and unintentionally I looked at the paper that he gave me. Oh, I try to prevent me from cryin' his part...was printed out. Why he did not tell me that he did burn midnight oil to finish his tasks. Ahhs, I wrongly blamed him. Now, I only wish my stranger, plz, not turns into a stranger.

Time will tell. I have learnt that stimes luv does not need to be shouted out or to showed off. Silent luv is still longlasting ever.