Tatiana Golubova’s Story

Noodle. Chinese noodle. Mi noodle. You know why? I remember we were sleeping at 9PM or 10PM. Suddenly there's a motorcycle arrives. My older cousin (by a generation). They drove from the center city to where they were visiting On Ngoai and Ba Ngoai's store. We'd wake up when the aunt/cousin (Ba Ngoai's side of the family) would arrive and say, "wake up, we're going to get some noodles." Auntie B. (cousin) -->. She was skinny.

We didn't have much money. Money would run out mid-Month of the month or so. Money was a problem. When we couldn't afford anything extra like noodles. They'd come over and talk and buy noodles for us. They had more money than us because they fixed radios.

Now, when I want something, I go out and buy it. But then, we couldn't afford it.

I always remember that. When I visit them, I give them money.
We called Ba Ngoai's first cousins: Auntie Han. Auntie A. Auntie B. Auntie C. Auntie D. They were all pretty. Except Auntie B. She was skinny. They were all rich. They had a brick factory.