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Maybe Koa weighed about 4 plus pounds. But we knew he got my friend’s genes. Even the resemblance in those eyes. Crying eyes of my friend’s sister flying red-eyes in from Canada to attend her next-of-kin funeral. Phung, Phi, Phong and Phat. Of the 4 P’s, only Phi is left with memories of a larger…
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My one-and-only big sister Bich Thu was born in the year of the buffalo. People from Hai Duong often speculated those under the buffalo year would have a rough road ahead. And sure enough. Prophecy came and came in plenty. Our uncle shielded for troops escape, only to receive 18 bullets right through his young,…
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memories start flooding back: most unassuming guy I have ever met: Life-long friends are hard to come about e.g. Fire and Rain by James Taylor: “I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rainI seen sunny days that I thought would never endI seen lonely times when I could not find a friendBut I always thought that…
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Landed at Harrisburg, PA at night, on a seatless transcontinental UNHCR flight, I remember the streets were dark and damp. Welcome to America, its Northeast. Then after a winding bus trip (about two hours), we got to our assigned barrack. There were a chapel and a volleyball court nearby. Of course, we took for granted…
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I could recall laying there at Tu Du maternity ward, looking up and following my sister as she was shy and stepped away. My sister was already in college, but my parent hadn’t had babies for the good decade and a half. Something about resettling in in the South and bore fruits (comfort baby). Then…
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LIFE Naturally, no one had a choice. We just were. We were born into a social setting: siblings and society. Most times, we grew up together. My case, they (brother and sister) were in college with a baby brother. Leos, ruled by the Sun, with a Life Path Number 3, and a blend of confidence,…
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How to handle the ups and downs. One respects clean-as-a-whistle winners. The race involves rules of engagement, challenges (Boston Heart-break-hill) and time limits. In short, the measures at the moment. One’s life (around 77 years) vs the machine (near permanent efficiency given full maintenance and upgrade). Farmers and miners, machine and man. All strive to…
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Half a decade is long enough for facts to turn history. Post-Vietnam generation has grown up and grown old. Victimized or victorious, memories of war would soon recede and retreat further, through a thin veil or dense fog (in the Deer Hunter’s fictional tale, a steel-town window screen). The other day, while listening to music…
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Another one bites the dust. My neighbor. A successful and goodlooking medical doctor. Second generation Franco-Vietnamese. His other two surviving younger brothers also inherited good genes, also are successful by all measures. Good genes precipitate good outcome. Most times. At least, they help us out against the test of time before our uninvited guest, the…
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