Yesterday was one of those cultural days when you pray for loved ones who have passed. So my mom tries to cook all the foods my dad cooked when he was here for these exact days: stir fried egg noodles; “chop chai” pork rib soup with cabbage, carrots, pork meat balls; boiled chicken with chickenContinue reading “Fix You”
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Where are you from?
Such a loaded question… so much history… so much pain of memories wanting to forget but never forgetting. No wonder my parents never went into details. 1. They didn’t want to and 2. they couldn’t show me. People, me included, have this delusional idea of what it’s like to be a refugee. Oh yea! YouContinue reading “Where are you from?”