This is a speech I gave last year at a high school where students raised funds to help flood victims in central Vietnam. As the 40th anniversary of the end of the Vietnam War is coming up this April 30, 2015, I am posting it to commemorate the date. It will also mark my 40th year in America, having fled Vietnam as a child two days before the war ended.
One thing about motherhood that continues to amaze me is the way my children are conduits to my own past. They'll be doing something mundane -- brushing teeth or making flowers out of Play-Doh -- and BAM! They'll toss out a remark, or tilt their head a certain way, and just like that, I'm transported to the days of Toughskins and Mary Janes.