When I got to my grandma’s house in Vietnam, I had the opportunity to meet the neighbors, who had three children. Because one of them was eight like me, and the two others only being a year older than that, I believed we would get along. Sadly, this was not true, because they were the most snobby, uptight, and rude people I had ever met, asking constant insolent questions.
“Why do you say so many words strangely?” one of them vexed me. I looked at the girl who asked me the question and raised my eyebrow.
“Why are you so annoying?” I replied with my favorite response at the time that I knew would stop them from asking anymore questions. They scowled at me, and just before the situation would elevate, my mom called me to go to my grandma’s house across the street. I shot up and stomped out of the house, putting a little more force in each step.
Eventually, I reached the house and remembered that I was getting a dog. My face quickly relaxed into a smile. I heard a muffled bark coming from the house and felt my pulse start to race. …show more content…
I raced towards the door kicking off my shoes, tripping on the one step that was in between me and my new best friend. I got up shaking off my fall, and busted into the room with my new dog. I saw my aunt and mom next to the dog, and then made eye contact with the dog. It was love at first sight, and I knew the years of waiting were worth it because the little dog that stood in front of me was beautiful. It was a boy and had perked up ears, white fur, and large distorted tawny spots. My blissful state was quickly interrupted by a piece of tragic