CHATER 1 * PART 2

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Part 2

The Kerdthongtaveell as you know they come from Thailand but before the came to the USA they lived in London so all the family have the British accent that I love. They've shown me the pictures of Thailand. They also practice Buddhism which it fascinates me, but according to the the most white, Baptist population in our town this meant they were outcasts, and despite of the wealth and status.

 They also practice Buddhism which it fascinates me, but according to the the most white, Baptist population in our town this meant they were outcasts, and despite of the wealth and status

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Couple blocks down the street and the dirt path transform into a sidewalk, unfortunately making the difference line between low class and high class

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Couple blocks down the street and the dirt path transform into a sidewalk, unfortunately making the difference line between low class and high class. I could walk with my eyes closed to Tee house. Tee had rarely walked distance to my place. There was a precise time where he wanted to go to my place. He insisted of seeing my room.

That day I would never forget when I saw the expression on Tee face. When I open the rusty door of the mobile home the narrow path that led him to my room. I was so embarrassed of Tee seeing my Matchbox room that I never him to come again. I appreciate it, for that.

I always smile whenever I remember the day that I've met my best friend. I was in third grade when Tee shy, light-skin, introduced to our class. He had a slight English accent from having to leave in London since birth, that was confusing even more for the kids in our classroom.

" What is he?" Discreetly someone else asked. I saw the pain flickering in his eyes and I instantly wanted to protect him.

I slightly holdback slightly intimidated by him, from the rest the other kids in the class. Bonded quickly when one day in the School playground he got out of hand.

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