My diary, the frist day The morning today, when i set foot my home town, Buon Ma Thuot city, I feel the cold in the early morning which Saigon hardly. I have a breakfast with my mother ( my mother buy " bún riêu " for me , who can translate " bún riêu " to English ? ). Then, i cook a breakfast for my father. Now, my house has been building, look it very big. At home, my father and my mother are very busy , i love them so much. I can only go home a few day, i can't help them be more.