Telling about the person you love My 11- year- old niece always disturbs me whenever she and I talk on the phone with a question of what is my job. I never give her a satisfied answer because I think it is a waste of time to explain to a kid what my job is. One day, she complains to me that because of my fault, she get bad mark for her exam. I am very surprised and ask for reason. She explains to me that it is her literature exam, she describes easily my appearance but does not know how to write about my job. She is reluctant to let the paper for this part empty and move to other part. Unluckily, the exam time is ended and she has to hand in her unfinished paper. The topic of her unfinished essay is " telling about the person you love".

I live with the sensitivity of my heart rather than the wisdom of my mind Anne Fine, my beloved writer, has inspired me to think more about children, their hope, their fear, their need. Children are always these angels in my heart. I promise myself to have my heart and my soul closer to their heart, their soul, their beloved and funny gestures, their innocent word, their laughing and their crying...My soul like a child now. I feel no envy, no fear, no angry in every moments of my life. To tell the truth, there is still a seed of unforgiveness in my heart. However, I do not feed it with negative thinking. At this time, I found myself living with the sensitivity of my heart rather than the wisdom of my mind. It could be a problem in a competitive society if I want to defeat others in orther to earn my living. But, I have not been regret for living that way. I used to spend so much time writing about my disappointment, my uncompleted dreams and every problems of my life. But, after all, my heart is healed. Honestly, I didn't not try to cure my grieving soul. But, TIME played its best role as the most effective drug to cure my broken heart. From now on, most of my writing will be lighten up by sensitivity ( as usual), love, innocent ( like children), care and understanding.

“Give me a ticket to my childhood” - quote from a famous author in Vietnam. Childhood is the best time of our life when we do not have much responsibilities and concerns. If there were a piece of ticket to childhood, I would not hesitate to get one in order to comeback those time to laugh and play with my friends. I believe that the funniest time of childhood is summer because of school break. In my childhood, summer is also the rain season. Therefore, my friend and I play and laugh together in rain. We roll ourselves in wet grass. And we caught crickets. (these small insects only have in summer) and let two crickets fight with each other. Also, we play many traditional games such as hide and seek, fly a kite..Playing traditional games not only brings us funny experience but also equips us with team work spirit in future. In my opinion, the most precious thing I has in my childhood is the freedom to play even the craziest things. However, nowadays, children seem not to be enjoyed their summer like me before. Most parents force their children to attend summer class which reduces children play time. Also, some parents do not permit their children to take part in outside activities due to the fact that in summer serious accidents happen with children much more than in school time. Futhermore, it is difficult for children of poor family to experience happy time of childhood in summer. I am sure that the image of a school boy who must work in summer break to earn money will touch your deep heart. It is the fact that many children spend their childhood to make a living rather than playing in protection of adults. I wonder whether we should criticise parents of those poor child when they let their children work instead of playing. I find no answer for this question but I wish that every child could enjoy their summer time with many activities. For example, rural children could go to urban areas to visit museum, zoo, park, ect. In contrast, urban children may go to rural areas to see how beautiful a countryside is. The journey will enrich children 's world view, give them more confidence. To sum up, children should have their summer to play as much as possibe. We only have childhood one time in the entire life. When we grow up, now matter how much times we want to get a ticket to childhood, we almost could not find one! I think that parents should creat the best condition for their children to grown up with happy childhood. I strongly believe that a happy childhood could make one become a better person in future.

I'll always be with you! I wrote this note in a raining day in Sai gon city, Vietnam. This is not my real story, I just imagined and wrote my thought down. Saying my farewell to you is one of the hardest thing that I've ever made. Life leads us to two different direction. You live in Vietnam where rain falls everyday in raining days. In contrast, the place where I live has snowfall. I know that living in two different country makes us have different lifestyles. First of all, you wear rain coat in raining season in Vietnam. Unlike you, I wear winter coat to make myself warm in snowing season. Secondly, rain makes you wet and cold. Meanwhile, I feel chilly in my heart when every drop of snow fall outside my room window. Miss you! Futhermore, I go with a Western guy. However, I feel jealous every time I think about you and understand you are walking with a Vietnamese girl in rain. To end my note, one important thing I want you to remember that even if we're apart, I 'll always be with you, my dear friend.

My father 's blanket It is the Germany blanket which I inherited from my father. It is a warm, grey, wide blanket. The blanket was a gift from my relatives living abroad for my Dad. At that time, my family was suffered in poverty. My Dad was struggling with his illness. A warm blanket was something precious to him and my family. My Mum still reminds me of the origin of the blanket in tear. During my father's illness which lasted year by year, he slept separately from my mother in a very small corner of the house because he was afraid of spreading disease to his wife and his children. A thin blanket protect him from shivering with cold.Now, I could imagine how much he needed a warm blanket at that time ? I cry every time I think about the reason why he did not use the blanket even in just one day. My father thought that he would pass away soon and the precious blanket would be infectious by his illness and my Mum and my brother, my sisters and I could not reuse it. So, he gave it up to his wife and his children even though his illness need it. My father saw nothing but poverty for his beloved ones after his predicted death. So, he did everything that a poor, unhealthy father could do for his children. I has kept the blanket for many years since my father passed away. The dreams of my childhood grew up with this blanket. I did not realize how much this blanket means to me until I left it to go to college. After I left home, my Mum keeps the blanket as well as some other blankets and pillows which are presents of my brother in her wardrobe.( They are too precious for my Mum to use them often). But, everytime I come back home, I pull it out of my mother 's wardrobe and hide myself in its warmth and protection. My Mum always complaint to me why every time I come home, I always use it even though the weather is hot. I answer her with a big smile instead. It is a habit. I had it during my childhood until I left my home for studying. The blanket pampered me with warmth and comfort. Sometime, I want to ask for my Mum 's permission to kept the blanket as my own special thing during my time leaving far from home. But, I know my home is its most suitable place. The blanket is like the voice of love, warmth, protection calling me back home.