“Quang, come here,” one of my cousins ​​said as he came to pick me up. “I want you to play with us,” he said repeatedly. Eventually I gave up and played with them. Were the families having a party tonight. “Today was supposed to be a great day,” I thought as I woke up this morning. In the end, it didn't turn out the way I hoped. It all started on this celebratory evening. At that time, I was young and still in Vietnam. My family and I live in a house on my grandparents' land, which was quite large. Today was going to be a great day. My family was having a party to have fun, not to celebrate anything. During the party, there were so many people everywhere. People were having fun, eating and singing karaoke. My cousins ​​were running around. My mother was preparing food in the kitchen with some of her friends and my father was drinking beer with his friends. Later, during the party, my mother ran out of food to prepare. She was going to bike to the nearby store to buy more food, but before she did, I asked if I could go with her. She left me...