This is for my grandma. She's always telling me to speak my language and to speak English outside, but in the house it is otherwise. Her words are almost always the same. "You are Vietnamese, but why do you speak English? In the house speak Vietnamese." She's so small and fragile, she shuffles when she walks it's so cute.
When she speaks to you, she holds your hand and stares you right in the eye, just close enough to see every wrinkle on her face and every strand of grey hair.
Just turned 84 on January 15th, this is for you, one of my first photographs and definitely one of my favourites. Happy Belated Birthday, I love you.
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