
I recently visited a Buddhist monastery near my parents’ house in Hanoi. I went with an uncle, a friend of my parents, since we wanted to offer the monastery a sack of sticky rice. My Mom does that every year on Tết, we usually ask my uncle to help bring the offering since my Mom is not able to walk to this monastery where she used to come often. Đọc tiếp As joyful as Tết, as reviving as each new day