Finding a good friend is not as easy as pie; on the contrary, I believe that it is the most difficult thing in the world. A lot of people may be considered as your friends; however, as soon as you are in trouble, they silently disappear.

Fortunately, I do have a lot of good friends. They may not be gorgeous, nor born with a silver spoon in their mouths, but they are truthful, helpful, and thoughtful. They are the ones who I can always spend hours and hours with, and I still miss them afterwards. They can go to the airport at one o’clock in the morning to see me off, or drive me to a good restaurant at midnight if I’m suddenly in the mood for something, such as Bun Thang (a special kind of Vietnamese noodle). Especially, whenever I need, unconditionally, they are always willing to lend me money, or their valuable mobile phones, laptops, cameras or lenses.

I have loved and adored them ever since, and I can’t thank them enough for being a part of my life, as well as helping me to become who I am today. In a word, it’s my honor, my pleasure, my privilege to have them as friends. I will do everything I can to cheer them up, and to see them smile.


Moving to the U.S., on one hand, I sill keep in touch with them, thanks to Facebook. On the other hand, I try my best to establish new relationships. I joined the July 4th parade, attended the Vietnamese American Youth Leadership Conference, as well as participated in a summer camp. But no matter how hard I try, I fail. I may know a number of youngsters, but I would not call them “friends”.

After visiting Vietnam, I came back to the U.S. and burst into tears as soon as I’d realized that no one could pick me up from the airport. For a fraction of a second, the thought of my beloved family and my adorable friends floated into my mind from nowhere. I do miss them, A LOT!


So far, I have a really nice friend who can be regarded as my sister, my aunt, and my teacher. She, whose name is Hien Trang, is my friend’s friend. We talked to each other on Facebook several times before she invited me to have dinner at her house. To be honest, I have no idea how my first year would be without her.

I am always there with her to celebrate every single special occasion, including Christmas, New Year, Lunar New Year, Valentine’s Day, and her son’s birthday. Together, we go shopping, we wrap gifts, we cook, we wash dishes, we laugh, we cry. Those are all the sweetest memories that I will never ever forget.

Moreover, she is the best photographer ever. She brings the best in me, makes me confident, and then, simply, professionally captures the moments I’m the prettiest. Looking at all the photos she has taken, I start to see myself as an attractive elegant twenty-one-year-old girl.

In addition, she generously shared with me pancakes she just made, gave me her favorite lipstick because it looked good on me, comforted me when I failed to find a job, and couldn’t stop myself from feeling nothing but stressful and depressed. Sometimes, I wish that those who just move to the U.S. can be friends of hers, like I am.

Finding a true buddy is tough, tricky and challenging; but if you are lucky, I think ONE is ENOUGH.

QuynhNhu Phan


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