To me, hotpot represents everything beautiful in my childhood memories. Hotpot is about family, friendships, and many other things I used to love. Hotpot is the memory of running around in our neighborhood while playing hide-and-seek with my childhood friends. I remember getting all sweaty by the heat and humidity of those summer days and the spiciness of the broth that my mom spent hours playing with all the unique spices.
Sometimes, things just go away when we grow up,
“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.”
“Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.”
to Saigon, ten years ago