At age twelve, I left the woman I love the most in Vietnam to start a new life with my dad in the United States. I was always wondering to myself that why my mom doesn't want to go with me, and our family can live together. But then as i've growing up, i realized that she sacrificed to stay there, so my dad can take care of me better. I remember the first day i went to middle school, i was clueless, i couldn't speak English and the people around me, we have different cultures, and ethinicity. When I was in Vietnam, i was the leader of my class, the person who is in charge of everything, i felt so confident and proud of myself.…