They also feel like boarders in their own home.
I have real affection for my VietNam Family. And I hate the way my father treats them like a kitchen wash cloth. I spoke with them, after the leave my father took to Thailand. Wow, and not to my surprise, they see the hell as I see it.
As we say in Spanish, lo siento, mija.
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