Everything was going great a month into it. My sweet angel was taking great care of her Tamagotchi and I was doing the same with mine. Each night, we would talk for a couple of hours on the phone about the most important things and the most inconsequential nothings and compare notes on our digital pets. Everything was going perfectly. I was really getting to know her. The more I learned about her, the more infatuated I got with her. I found out how happy she was as a little girl in Vietnam living with her loving parents and her sweet grandparents. I also found out how scared she was when the soldiers came and destroyed just about everything that her family had. I learned of their perilous journey to Malaysia where she lived for two months. She told me of the beautiful sceneries by the beach during the day and the recurring helling nightmares at night during the whole two months there. Man, thinking about the Tamagotchi sure is depressing. I think I am going to read to get my mine off it.