Heya! Day 5! This is not particularly "fiction" because this happened, though I had to tweak a few things. The kids, Bebe and Dula, are some of the friends from my childhood whom I have never had the chance to see or meet again. I still wonder about them now, like, "Have they gone back to Vietnam?" or "What are their real names?" We were friends for the duration of their stay there but I never found out what their real names are. I can only remember the distinct yellow uniform Bebe wore to school. It was a very happy sight.
My family and I spent one year in an apartment
because our house was being reconstructed. We had Vietnamese neighbors, and
their two children were of the same age as me and my sister. Once, we were walking
around the makeshift garage, which stood on sand, when the boy nicknamed Dula
called us to where he was standing. We assembled on one corner where the sand
was arranged to look like a desert with peaks and sharp holes. Dula said it was
the house of dwarves. They left two months after that. Until now, I haven’t seen
anything like it.
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