Yesterday we went back Madison, had lunch in a Asian Restaurant named The Journey. My son told his grandpa we both cried for the food there. No, I miss their food, but I didn’t cry for it, I cried for my dear friends, the people who helped me, who inspired me, who dragged me out from a war of my American family. I will never forget that. I miss the time I had meals with my friends there, Karen, Daisy, Xuan, Laelia, Fida and Carol. We talked, we vented, we cheered for good time.
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