October 30/2019
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My story
Hello..! My name is Miss Poudthasone Phetsalath . My nickname is Sone. I’m eighteen years old. I was born on May 16/2001. I lived with my parent and brother in the houes. I loved visiting my grandma’s apartment, with its fringed window shades and faint smell of eucalyptus. Her desk drawers, lined in green felt, spilled over with card decks, cocktail napkins, and golf tees. Every door in the house was fitted with wobbly crystal doorknobs. The bathroom smelled of Listerine.My brother and I would sleep in the small bedroom off the kitchen — the very room our mom shared with her own brother growing up in the north side of home.I can picture myself reaching way down into Grandma’s frost-filled chest freezer for the ever-present box of Eskimo Pies. Her well-stocked pantry and doily-covered tabletops contained loads of delectable treats I was often denied at home: pastries, chocolate-covered marshmallow cookies, and delicate bowls of jellied orange sticks and other candy.

