Say no exaggeration, one of the reasons for my study abroad is because of … cats. About 10 years ago when I was still in Vietnam, I was allowed to raise cats for the first time, a long-haired white cat named Salem. The two years of raising Salem were indeed a “nightmare” because I could not stop the “she” who ran away from home often to play. Every morning, when I woke up, I panicked to find a cat, it was okay to find a cat, if I couldn’t find it, I would have to wander through the caves together, alley calling meow, cold sweat thinking about dog and cat market then some “small tiger” shops on the banks of the dyke. Until one day, my parents also had to decide to go to Salem to end my long series of worries and insecurities. It was also the day I decided I would move to a more beautiful place – where the house does not have too many crossroads, shortcuts, where people do not steal cats, do not eat meat cats, and don’t smile at their faces when they are wrongly pasting the “Find the Lost Cat” message board. That may have been a little girl’s philosophy, but it was a significant motivation for me to set foot in America.
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