I hate the fact that my Vietnamese is so scarce and my parent’s English is to a minimal. Whenever I just come home from hanging out with friends or school, they would always ask how my day was. It’s so difficult explaining to them the things I see and do. Although my Vietnamese is still fluent, I can’t explain to them the deeper meaning as I can in English. The gap between us makes it that much harder to be closer to each other. 

12:30 am  •  6 September 2011  •  3 notes