I decided to sleep so I got out of my desk and gently fall onto my bed. As my head hit the pillow
I didn’t sleep yet I took a good look at the stars. I closed my eyes and said “I love you bian”
hoping she might hear me. It was the last thing I said that day and I feel asleep with that on mind.
I knew where she had belong, she had belong in my arms and that’s what I had vision as I feel
asleep.
Chapter 3 Bian Hung 1962
It was about 9:00 am and I had woke up. I wasn’t really hungry so I just went straight for my
walk. I didn’t walk with Kim, my best friend, on Tuesday which was today. It was a Tuesday in
June and the weather was really nice in Saigon. They skies were blue and the sun was shining: it
was the perfect day to go on a run/walk.
“Mother, I am going for my walk” I said.
“Okay, there is 1200 dongs on the kitchen counter take it if you want “, my mother said.
I took the 1200 dongs and walked out the door wearing my Nike shoes that my dad sent me from
America. I walked out the door and I walked a couple blocks then I saw Chi.
“Chi”, I called out as I ran closer to him.
“Bian Hung”, he said
He likes saying Bian Hung instead of just Bian. Which I find it odd because no one ever calls me
that. When I was in High school everyone called me Hung because in Vietnam they call you by
your family name, middle name, and then your first name but I told Chi to call be Bian.
“Do you go on runs too”, I asked.
“On Tuesdays, Thursday and Saturday”, Chi said.
“Me too”, I said.
“We should meet up”, Chi said.