P... is for Dad
             Perfect, that was how my day was going...just perfect I thought to myself. I had just gotten out from another dreadful day of school and was walking the dirt-path road back towards my house. My book bag hung heavily on my shoulders, cutting off the circulation. I gave the bag a tug and miserably proceeded to walk the rest of the way home. I watched my feet move one after the other as they guided my way home. My head felt heavy and overcrowded. A whiff of air came hurling by and stung my nose with the scent of roses. Dust clouds began gathering from the streets and blinded my kiddy eyes. Salty sweat that had formed on my forehead was now mixed with little specks of dirt. It was a little over normal temperature for Vietnam. Heat waves were recorded everywhere, even Da Lat (my city) where the coolest weather in Vietnam would usually preside. I dropped my head and watched as my shoes practically melted into the dirt and clay they were on. Come on; just get home, the faster you get there the earlier you get to play Chai Cau.
             Chai Cau was a popular game. First and second graders, like me, would usually entertain ourselves after school with this game. The Vietnamese game is much like that of hackie sack but consisted of one thing different...the Chai Cau, a group of feathers that were attached at the end by plastic rings that would make it bounce in the air if slightly
            
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             touched. Vietnamese students would get into a circle and try to see how long they could keep the Chai Cau suspended. I liked that game because I was good at it.
             That's what I looked forward to, school was rough but now... now I can go home soon and play Chai Cau (something I actually enjoy)! From a distance I saw my house and began running towards it. From the corner of my eye I could see kids already lining up outside on the dirt street ready to go. I began running quicker, my bag bouncing from side to side, from shoulder to shoulde...