After a half hour of trick or treating, my mom found us. She had a panicked look on her face. Our folks had not taken into account the fact that neighborhood kids would knock on our door, begging for treats.
Anh has never let her disability slow her down. Instead, she worked twice as hard to get where she is today. She sees the ability in others instead of the disABILITY and others achieve more than they ever thought they could. This is her strength. That is her superpower.
We had arrived in America with nothing but rags in our backpacks and a few ounces of gold that my mother had tucked into her money belt. An impoverished aunt took us all in. Soon there were 10 people crowding together in Auntie Lisa's tiny two-bedroom apartment in San Francisco.
The man who stood at the entrance to my New World was my first English teacher, Ernie Kaeselau. He passed away recently, and though I hadn't seen him in decades, the news of his demise left me unexpectedly bereft.
Like the country whose history is one of being conquered by foreign powers and whose people must constantly adapt to survive, the soup has roots in so many heritages yet retains a distinctive Vietnamese taste.
On a visit to Houston a few days ago, and after asking a lot of questions, I was steered by local pho fanatics to one restaurant above all: Pho Binh Trailer, universally acclaimed as the best pho restaurant in Houston.