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Growing up, I was obsessed with being “perfect.” That word lit up my world. When my parents praised my grades and called them perfect, I felt proud. When teachers complimented my homework using the same word, I felt accomplished. When friends admired my outfits and called them perfect, I felt seen. I worked hard to…
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Last night, just as I was about to fall asleep, the heat became unbearable. Half-asleep, I reached for a nearby piece of paper to fan myself. The room was silent and dark, and the only sound was the soft flutter of paper cutting through the air. That simple sound brought me back, all the way…
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It’s getting hotter now that June is here. I’ve been away from Vietnam for 15 years, and I’m not sure how things are now, but back then, summertime often meant flooding. When the rain came, especially in the summer months, the water would rise fast. The roads in our neighborhood weren’t even, so our house…
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A year and a half.Some might call it short, just a blink. But time isn’t measured in numbers. It’s measured in changes, in the way we grow, stretch, fall, and rise again. In a year and a half, a baby learns to walk, talk, and recognize love in a familiar voice.A business is born from…