I didn’t see how I could say no. I knew if I were in her shoes, I’d feel the same.
The intensity and obtuseness of family bonds is a mystery few of us tire of.
The glory and heartache of having your own family is there’s no possibility of staying out of the mess.
She told me to never go anywhere without a book, a bathing suit, and a sweater.
We share the same blood line, we share our Vietnamese culture, and our misplaced community is our own.
