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The sounds of my mother waking me up snapped me back to life. I got up drowsily from my slumber and took a look around the room. At first glance, I did not recognize where I was but soon I realized that I was at my house in Vietnam; my hypothesis was reinforced by the background noises of people speaking Vietnamese and the humid climate. “Get up and get dress.” My mother called, we are going to visit them. My mom left the room before I can ask who we are visiting. After taking a shower and put on a T-shirt and jeans, I went downstairs to check what was happening. The commotion downstairs finally made sense; today is the anniversary of my great grandparents’ passing. This explain the relatives, all of them are wearing formal clothing; in addition I saw many offerings such as food, incense, and fake money that is used to burn as offering. The atmosphere of the morning was both somber and elated due to my family members seeing each other and honoring my great grandparents. The uncle patted me and the shoulder and greeted me. There are a lot of people that I did not know that were part of my family. I then heard my grandma’s voice saying that we need to put our things into the vans and begin to head out to the cemetery. After packing, my family got into the vehicles and head to the cemetery. There was little conversation in the van that I was on which made me a little uncomfortable. Usually whenever we went on a trip there was conversation and laughter to be heard, but today the atmosphere is serious and somber. I rarely saw my mother and grandmother this quiet before. I deliberately fell asleep during the ride to avoid the situation that I am in. Thankfully, it only took an hour to arrive and I awoke exactly the righ... ... middle of paper ... ...ut saying a word that we should head back to the group, my hand grasping my mother’s hand as we headed back. When I saw my mother crying for the first time it completely changed the way I admire my mother. I always viewed my mother as a strong and confidence woman who could take on the world without any problem; I still have the exact same admiration for her and it will never change. However, that moment I saw her crying, I realized that I loved and admired her so much that I have forgotten one very important thing about my mom; that my mother is only a human. I viewed her as a goddess that could do no wrong, that everything she did she executed it with flawless perfection. Even though my mother showed a moment of weakness when she was crying; that moment does not define her as a person. In my mind, my mother wills always the person that I will forever admire.

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