What Do I Miss Most About My Hometown?

Nhung Nguyen, 5C

It has been one month since the first day I came to the U.S, which is thousands of kilometers far away from my hometown – Vietnam. Even though America, as itself, is definitely a fabulous and fascinating country and a place of big dreams, it is still unable to stop me missing about my fatherland, in which my beloved family is always in the bottom of my heart, especially my mother.
Immigrating to a very new environment included the weather, food, and friends makes me sometimes excited but stressful in moments. Hence, homesickness has come naturally as other immigrants and it holds my feeling in sadness and loneliness. In such situations, I always remember about the good old memories when I was still a little daughter in my mother’s arms, which is such the most beautiful picture in my mind. As the saying goes:” A happy family is but an earlier heaven” (John Bowring), it is touching to me at this time.  I’m a lucky child saying that quotation because I just feel in peace when I’m thinking of my home.  Specifically, I have been brought up with my mother’s kindly heart, and she is always by my side even in my darkest moments. She takes care of her little daughters perfectly and sweetly because family is the most important thing in her life.
Born and grown from a poor family, she has a strong attitude and hard effort to success in any obstacles and difficult situations. Doubtlessly, she also teaches me that I am never allowed to give up anything in life as she does. She has sacrificed her whole life for me, for her family so I have to be stronger in my independent life in the foreign lands. So that, when I am in trouble, even when I do any little thing, I think of my mother and say to myself that I should be responsible and try my best. Those are things that haven’t ever made her disappointed about her proud.
She is also a sensitive mother because she is the one who could see my thought that I haven’t told yet. Honestly, sometimes we talk and share our feelings as close friends and there are not any secrets between us. Therefore, if I have problem or feel uncomfortable about the new life, she will always be the first person who chill my soul out as previous days that I was by her side.
Finally, I want to say that my mother is a precious gift that God give to my life. It does not matter where I am, it does not matter how long I have been away from her, I am always still her beloved child, her little daughter and the one who miss her most. And I noted down in my dairy in the U.S a meaningful saying of Victor Hugo that:” A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them”.  My mommy is definitely my life.