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Daedalus_10 · 7/4/13

Mình phải biết 1 bài essay về 1 sự kiện đáng nhớ trong đời cho english 101. nói chung những gì mình viết chỉ là hư cấu ko giỏi lắm trong mấy topic như thế này nên mọi người review giùm nhé coi giùm xem có sai ngữ pháp nhiều ko

Friendship, Love, and the Betrayal
Dealing with betrayal is never easy. You put your trust, your faith in someone and then they let you down. Two years ago, I was betrayed by someone I thought to be my best friend, my sworn brother. As a child, friendship is everything.Our best friend is the one we share all our secrets with and trust them not to tell anyone. We know everything about one another, and always stands side by side together through everything. For some, best friends may change frequently, but that wasn't the case of Hoang and I. He was the person I had looked foward to see everday. Now, he reminds me of the words betrayal and pain in my mind, but never anger. I believe it was my naiveness and trustfulness that caused my pain in the end. Hoang was my brother, now he is just somebody that I used to know.

We growth up together in an urban area in Vietnam. He was 3 years older than me so he was my big brother. Both of my parents have to work all day, and being a single child so I spent most of my childhood with him. I hung out with him through every single corner of the streets of Saigon. He protected me from many fights with other kids in the neighborhood. We did fun things such staying up all night, playing marbles, and playing lego. Our favorite thing to do was to mess around with the neighbor’s dog so it would chase us around and we have to run really fast into the house so it won’t bite us. Now I think it was very foolish of us despite the fact that it was fun. Hoang’s sister, Tam, was older than us and she would sometimes take us to places like Co-op Mart ( a super market in Vietnam), or the water park, etc... Hoang and I thought we were so cool because nobody else really had an older sibling to drive them around town. My birthday is in Halloween, and Hoang is in November 3 so we would often have halloween – birthday parties together. We were so much alike from the way we dressed, or even the way we talked. We were literally brothers.

As I turned nine, Hoang and his sister had to move to United State with their mother because she remarried an American guy. She then followed the American to Washington State with her daughter and my “brother”, Hoang. I was so depressed on the day I said goodbye to them at the airport, I recalled myself crying until my eyes were swollen. I remembered holding my best friend real tight with a little hope of him staying back as he entered the departure gate. It was my dad who restrained me as I saw him and his family entered and disappeared behind the gate. Even though we lived thousand miles apart but we updated each other regularly as we hope one day we can reunion. Like other people, I went through sadness and happiness and nobody but my brother whom I always confided with. He gave me advices and sometimes also shared with me those difficulties laid a head of him as he lived in the new land.

As time went by, exaclty 7 years later, in 2009, my family and I also moved to America, the land of opportunity. As I remembered, we waited in line to pass the check point and looked at everything with astonishment. We were like Columbus seeing the America for the first time. We followed the directional signs after the check point to reach the luggage claim area. As we marched vigorously to the arrival gate, we could see four features waiving happily at us. Well, I could not believe it was even real. Standing in front of me was my aunt and her family, who sponsored our family so we can move to America. There was also a tall, big guy who were standing next to them, I regconized it was Hoang, my long lost brother. As we jumped on each other, the memories when were little kids running around on the streets of Saigon during sunny noon suddenly came to life. The moment of joy was indescribable. My aunt let us stay at her house since we have to start our life all over again. Both of my parents registerd for Olympic College, and I was a freshman at Bremerton High School. It was hard for me to adapt to the new culture, new language, the weather, and the foods. However, life seemed to get better for us as compared to our life back then in Vietnam. To me, the most important thing was I could reunite with my best friend. I always thought nothing could split the brotherhood between me and him until an incident occurred which proved me wrong.

During my junior years, I happen to meet this girl who were in my America’s history class. We got along well simply because we were from the same country. She is a good looking, smart and funny girl. Her name is Hang, but she prefer to be called Hannah. She frequently helped me with my homework whenever I need. It was not that I didn’t know how to do it but just because I was too lazy to do it myself. Let be honest, do you know of any 16 years old boy who just love to do his homework ? As time went by, our relationship started to grow. We made each other laught, we kissed, and we shared out moments together.
Hoang is now a college student at UW, he has an America girlfriend, Amy, whom he live with together for a year. The would often drive to Bremerton during weekend and we would hangout together. I introduced them to Hannah, I thought it will be a good idea to let them meet my girl. Hoang, Amy, Hannah and I often went to double date and have some fun together. What I didn’t know was he would went behind my back and has an affair with her. I was sunday morning when I drove to my girlfriend’s house. As I entered her bedroom, I saw a scene which haunted me for the rest of my life. My brother, Hoang, was sleeping naked next to her. “What the heck is happening?” I thought. My mind was so full of swear words that I want to spill on them. I lost control and couldn’t stop myself from containing the “F” words anymore so I just let it out loud. My “brother” abruptly woke up and my girlfriend quickly covered her body with a blanket. I slammed the door and ignored what he want to say. As I drove away, I asked myself “How could he did that to me?”, “ Why did my girlfriend sleep with my brother?”. I kept driving without bothering my girlfriend’s phone call. I was confused and shocked by the betrayal. I thought It was just a dream. Few months later, I got a call from Amy. She said he moved out and he’s still in relationship with my ex-girl friend. What made me sad the most is not because I lost a girl I love, but me losing my “brother”, a person I used to respect and look up to.

The friendship we spent most of our childhood was gone in an instant. He was a part of my life, I trusted him more than anyone, and he destroyed it all. I found it’s true that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I could see I am stronger now because I’m not a naive young man anymore. Sometimes the memories of two of us running in the heat of Saigon struck me, but i quickly tried to forget it. To me, my “brother” is just somebody that I used to know.
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