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Personal Narrative: I Am A Vietnamese Family
I am a Vietnamese person who has moved to America for about thirteen years, and I did not think that I am going to study art because my family, a Vietnamese tradition family, did not want me to practice in art. In their mind, art is something that is unreal job. They said that artists do not make good salary, and their works become expensive only when the artist passed away. They believe that only doctor, nurse, and lawyer are real job. Therefore, when I told them that I am going to practice art, nobody in my family supports me, and they also ridicule me. I can understand why they ridicule me. It is because they totally don't know what is art. In their mind, they think that art is paint and sculpture, but they have never thought about digital
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