Personal Narrative: My Struggle With My Vietnamese Culture

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Eyeing the mostly burnt fried fish with literal air bubbles forming in between the scales and meat and wrinkling of the top layer skin that was just a disaster on one plate. Not only that, but there seem to be hundreds of bowls of rice, with the bright white grains seeping over the top. Within the bowls of rice were dry-microwaved pieces of Spam and toxic shiny film created from being out for too long. The more I looked at it, the more the food began to resemble increasingly intimidating mountains of dirty snow and less like an edible meal. However, this isn’t a story about my struggles with my Vietnamese culture, although it may seem to be, it just so happens my Mom isn’t necessarily the best cook around. When my family gathered around the

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