I'll never forget my last day in Vietnam. On that day, we got up early. My mom and my cousins went to the kitchen to cook for the party coming soon. My sisters and I just played around, watching movies, listening to music... I called some of my good friends and talked with them a lot. Above all of this noise I still heard the sounds of cooking in the kitchen. There was nothing to talk about in the morning. So later, some of my parent's guests, friends and relatives came to my house. The foods were ready so we began the party. I didn't invite any of my friends; I just called to them on the phone. One of my friends called me and said, "This is the first time I called a boy." I couldn't hear really well because the party was so noisy. After the party, we promised to meet at the airport the next day.
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