A REMOVABLE EVENT

A REMOVABLE EVENT

I am concluded to free write about a removable event in my life. I do not know what to write about. Maybe about my old friends who I have met them. They had an accident at CHISO Mountain. I remembered them split from the top of the mounts.

Oh! I went to catch the fish with my friends when I was six. I was happy. I remembered that I went to Phnom Penh during Water Festival. I sold the cakes and beer with my aunts next to the Cambodia Hotel. When I saw foreigners walking in front of us, I always called them and they answered back to me “Yes and No”. I was happy with my cousins over there.

I remembered that I went to harvest rice at my farm with my parents and siblings. I sat to eat rice on the dike under Sangke trees. I ate some.