It rained, my mood suddenly sagged. I remember the old days, I remember the days of college graduates. I had a pretty tough life in the capital. The work that I do a lot of company. I was very hard for them. But I feel very micro, and proud of myself. Those who work with me are all excellent. They're so good, beautiful and rich feminine.
I miss the familiar faces, people who have left in me the strong impression. Not know their life now, how are you? What is their job ... They were at a relatively high level compared to me those days. Some people study in Germany, worked 10 years in the position for a company manager of radio electronics in Germany. There are people who studied and worked in Japan. There are people who are living many years in the United States. They are my superiors. They have cars to, and large home in the capital. As for me, a poor little girl, growing up in the countryside. I just graduated from university work study. But they were very loving to me. They gave me their chief accountants. Although I graduated from college just 6 months.
These days I have struggled in a big and strange city. The streets are not familiar. All my movements are based on the map. I was trying to adapt to what was bustling capital. Because that is the land where I was born. Where my heart there. The man I truly loved was living in that place. So I have tried to overcome the difficulties of living and working there with 200% effort and wisdom. Then the stranger would come to pass. I think that love him dearly city. Living there, I always felt confident and happy as in his homeland. The people here are very rich and good-hearted.
Only thing, I had to return to the countryside I grew up to work. Because in this place, I have no home. Which one lives in thanks or in rent that do not adapt. Goodbye dear capital, I returned to work rural poor. I'm also a chief accountant for a company from my home 7 km.
These days I miss the beautiful capital. Remember the road, street corners and familiar faces. Perhaps, it's time I return to the capital. Returning to his true human. I'm going to find him, the man I truly loved. And we'll be together forever, even though the world has changed to how!
Author: Pham Thi Hoi
I miss the familiar faces, people who have left in me the strong impression. Not know their life now, how are you? What is their job ... They were at a relatively high level compared to me those days. Some people study in Germany, worked 10 years in the position for a company manager of radio electronics in Germany. There are people who studied and worked in Japan. There are people who are living many years in the United States. They are my superiors. They have cars to, and large home in the capital. As for me, a poor little girl, growing up in the countryside. I just graduated from university work study. But they were very loving to me. They gave me their chief accountants. Although I graduated from college just 6 months.
These days I have struggled in a big and strange city. The streets are not familiar. All my movements are based on the map. I was trying to adapt to what was bustling capital. Because that is the land where I was born. Where my heart there. The man I truly loved was living in that place. So I have tried to overcome the difficulties of living and working there with 200% effort and wisdom. Then the stranger would come to pass. I think that love him dearly city. Living there, I always felt confident and happy as in his homeland. The people here are very rich and good-hearted.
Only thing, I had to return to the countryside I grew up to work. Because in this place, I have no home. Which one lives in thanks or in rent that do not adapt. Goodbye dear capital, I returned to work rural poor. I'm also a chief accountant for a company from my home 7 km.
These days I miss the beautiful capital. Remember the road, street corners and familiar faces. Perhaps, it's time I return to the capital. Returning to his true human. I'm going to find him, the man I truly loved. And we'll be together forever, even though the world has changed to how!
Author: Pham Thi Hoi
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