The happiest memory  I have is when I was in the refugee Mae La Camp. Throughout my life I remember everything because I have a really good memory. The story I am about to tell you was my childhood story that really touched me because I was happy, glad and felt like crying. At the time I was craving for snacks, but my mom did not have money so she told me she could not buy anything until she has some money. I told my mom I could wait, but I waited for a long time for her to buy me snacks. My mom saved some money and finally she bought me a snack and I was really happy. The snack my mom bought for me, I would wrap my arms around it. When I was 16 years old, I went to school and I saw a homeless man sitting outside while it was raining. He had only one leg and one arm left. The homeless said to me that he had not eaten in a few days and he was really hungry. He asked me for the snack, which I waited for a long time for my mom to buy it for me and I also wanted to eat it. I took one bite and I gave the rest to him. When I finished school I felt a little sad, but I thought to myself at least I ate some rice today and the homeless man had not eaten anything in a few days. The next day I went to look for him and tried to give him some eggs, but he was not there. My mom gave me rice and eggs to eat, but I thought of that homeless man to give it to. As the days went by I got to meet good friends and friends that would share foods with me. I try to think why my friends were so nice to me and I started to realize that because what I did for the homeless man. In returned I was never starved again and ate variety of foods I want.