Aren’t we in Viet Nam?

Thi Nguyen
Nov 7 · 1 min read

A blue light shines on an 11-year old girl, mesmerized by the contrast of blond and beautiful to her fine brown hair. Trapped in its tranced, a voice interjects. Fails to wake the girl’s reverie.

A snap, a jolt, the television is off. Mom is yelling. Girl yells back. All the words and exclaims mix in the indiscriminate. Mom yelling expletives in Vietnamese, the girl doesn’t understand the meaning but feels the intent.

Both argue dramatically, both fight emotionally. No logic. No rhyme. No sense or sensibility. Mom winds up her hand and smacks the girl. It comes so…

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