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The Sky’s the Limit, a personal narrative by Jaslyn Kwan, 12

by Stone Soup Editors

Published July 20, 2021

Reflecting on a Fault, a personal narrative by Ismini Vasiloglou, 12

by Ismini Vasiloglou

Published July 14, 2021

Happiness Comes to America

by Emma Birches

Published June 1, 2021

All names in this story have been changed for privacy. A few years ago my mom and dad, my two older brothers, and I moved from a refugee camp in Tanzania to Chicago. Now I’m eleven...

We Are Looking for Freedom

by Jane Levi

Published March 1, 1986

I live in Vietnam. I went to school in Saigon. I has one cat. I has four brother, no sister. My mother selling in her own store. My father was working for C.I.A. before 1975....

My Story

by Jane Levi

Published November 1, 1985

I was born on October 31, 1972 in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. I was very young when my country was in trouble in 1975. In 1975, the Khmer Rouge (the Communist leaders) came into town. They...

I have been through an experience that I will never forget. When I was about six years old, my family and I escaped looking for freedom in America, because the Viet Cong took over my country. The country is...

My Country and the Way to America

by Jane Levi

Published May 1, 1985

I live in Vietnam. I go to school in Vietnam. I have three pigs and one dog, but the dog is dead. My mother she was sad. My mother my father my sister is go...

The Sky’s the Limit, a personal narrative by Jaslyn Kwan, 12

Post Published July 20, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

The Sky's the Limit Jaslyn Kwan, 12 Goodbye San Francisco, hello Tampa! Ever since COVID-19 started, I had been stuck at home along with everyone else. Being able to finally travel to places other than the local grocery store gave me a feeling of freedom. I was heading off to compete in the United States (US) Finals for the prestigious ballet competition, Youth America Grand Prix (YAGP).

Reflecting on a Fault, a personal narrative by Ismini Vasiloglou, 12

Post Published July 14, 2021 by Ismini Vasiloglou

Reflecting on a Fault Ismini Vasiloglou, 12 It is always so very effortless to start. Ideas jumble around my head in whirlwinds, forming a cacophony of inspiration and infectious excitement. They fill my mind with a buzzing need I cannot ignore. To pick up a pencil is to breathe, to eat. It is an instinctual, primitive impulse, an irresistible temptation which I dare not resist.

Happiness Comes to America

Post Published June 1, 2021 by Emma Birches

All names in this story have been changed for privacy. A few years ago my mom and dad, my two older brothers, and I moved from a refugee camp in Tanzania to Chicago. Now I’m eleven years old. My name is Happiness. One Sunday night I sat down on my usual pillow on the couch between Mama’s legs so she could fix my hair.

We Are Looking for Freedom

Post Published March 1, 1986 by Jane Levi

I live in Vietnam. I went to school in Saigon. I has one cat. I has four brother, no sister. My mother selling in her own store. My father was working for C.I.A. before 1975. After 1975 my father stop working for C.I.A. One night at eight o'clock in August 30, 1978, the Viet Cong come and caught my father to put in the jail. Because my father work for C.I.A. At 1979 my dad is dead.

My Story

Post Published November 1, 1985 by Jane Levi

I was born on October 31, 1972 in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. I was very young when my country was in trouble in 1975. In 1975, the Khmer Rouge (the Communist leaders) came into town. They sent us and the other people out of town to other places to work on the rice fields. My family had to walk fifteen days to the new place. We took only things with us like clothes and so on.

The Escape

Post Published May 1, 1985 by Jane Levi

My Country and the Way to America

Post Published May 1, 1985 by Jane Levi

I live in Vietnam. I go to school in Vietnam. I have three pigs and one dog, but the dog is dead. My mother she was sad. My mother my father my sister is go to work. Me and my younger sister we stay home. Everybody is go to work. We has a restaurant in Vietnam. So my family they work there. In Vietnam is very awful so we leave.

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