We met in the late spring of 2009.
Cradled by the loving arms of our parents, we have taken the first steps as children.
We walked along the streets of our beloved Saigon, breathing the incense of Phung Son Tu Pagoda, relax in the lush zoo in this city.
You: sweet, confused, submissive, I: strong pain in the neck that sit still will not speak!
We left with our beloved Vietnam relying entirely to the care of our new family. I remember her tearful mothers and the warm embrace of our Father in Fiumicino when you are greeted with the promise to meet again.
Well! After a year ... we're back together, not in the restaurant Pendolasco, but in another beautiful place that allows us, now that we're grown men, running, jumping on chairs, playing with the fish aquarium.
What a thrill to see you! And as you grew up in a year!
But how much hair you have? You should give me the name of the lotion you use. My hair is so little and yet they do not grow uniform (the gift of the cradle of so many months without ever being shot!).
Do you have a crown as a hippy, but very nice way. Sit in the chair
composed and politely ask for things, I'm not an instant stopped dancing, singing, and you constantly ask to play. Draw the whole repertoire of songs to charm!
You made me sweat a half hour, but I believe .... you jump on the track with me and try a performance dancer. Began to smile! Do you recognize me! But yes, I MX! The child met just outside the school, your first mate walk. Together
taste the structure of the restaurant:
you ever seen ... we do not understand some of our influences virus escaped spring!
The evening is nice, runs through the cheerful chatter of our mothers who remember their stay in Vietnam, fatigue, shopping in the bazaars of the city beautiful.
Our dad between a shrimp, a prosecco and an ice cream, enjoying the view of our pranks.
But the dinner draws to a close, I feel the weariness of the veteran warrior from a long battle to take over, the eyes of the mothers become shiny again, the voice of Dad shaking.
It 'hard to leave, now that we found. There is only time for a bye, with the solemn promise that next year we will make the holidays together. See you soon, sweet Lollo.
.... however, the magic lotion for the hair I did not have a date!
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