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Nothing Gold Can Stay: A Short Story

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’Ladies and gentlemen, we have now arrive at our destination at Phu Bai International Airport. The local time is 5:15pm, the outside temperature is-‘” I let the captain’s voice fade into the background as I sat there examining the outside as the airplane came to a complete stop. This is it, a few more steps and everything will cease except me and home, nothing but the sweet air in my lungs and load of memories. There is no more this unpleasant smell of some just gave up on their lunch, or the picture of me having to tippy- toes to get ground the mess. I know the moment I step my foot on this airplane again today of next month, I won’t be feeling the same. Because I understand that Nothing Gold Can Stay, but I’m ready. “-enjoy your days at Hue. …show more content…

After the short catwalk down the waiting area of the airport, we were in the car, driving out of the city light and into a darker shade of night. North, South, East, West- under the starry night sky, we are surrounded by the infinite rice field- waving at us like a welcome home song. I watch as people pass by, the headlights shining at them reveals their hard day at work. It doesn’t surprise me at how dirty their cloth look, the mud on their shirt or how their pants hem roll up to their knees. Growing up in a countryside, this is everyday activity that everyone goes through to grow their money. I smile and glance down at my phone, “’I say ‘Hello, Vietnam.’ – Xa Quang Phu, Huyen Quang Dien, Tinh Thua- Thien- Hue.” This is magical, I said to myself after doing my teen check-in routine, just right before my body began to bounce around the seat. Then, I wonder aloud to my mom, “Mom, it is too late to send me back to the …show more content…

I hated the lies between my “best friend” and I; I hate the hospital here, I hate that I couldn’t spend much time with my friends as much as my brother did, or having a chance to mapping around to all these places he was bragging about. But then, after wasting my first week, now I let the breeze brush against my skin and let my hair fly back behind me. The scent of everything keeps pulling me back and won’t let go. After all these years, I am finally here, sitting behind my friends electric bicycle and listen to them spilling out all these café shop and food stands they went after school and how our classmates had changed throughout the

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