September 2011 was the month I went back to Vietnam. It was the first day there, me and my mom were staying in Hanoi Happy Hotel; I was so excited because we had finally made it to Vietnam and I craved exploring the city. We walked up and down the motor bike filled streets and explored the shops lining the sidewalks. Being their was so different than America because the people acted different so the atmosphere felt different in a way. It was interesting to see how a fancy city in Vietnam was extremely different than one in America. The first day was when I started really focusing on how different people lived there. …show more content…
The building’s were mustard yellow with paint chipping off the sides and fairly large. Most of the door were open because they were falling down. It amazed me to think that I lived here once, in this run down place, and someone saved me and brought me to America where I have everything. The person showing us the orphanage told us that many of the adults working here once were kids living here. The kids housed there were like me, left by their parents, but they didn’t have a home they had been living in the orphanage all their life. It made me really sad to think about all of these kids without a family. Many of the people working there also once were at this orphanage and grew