Home

After I left home when I was 15 years old, I have rarely looked back. What can I do? The same river was gone, and life continues to go on.

I cannot chase after the ghosts of the past, but I can take care of the people in the present, and I will work hard to grow space for the future of myself and those whom I care about and love so much.

Me and my sister, Saigon ~1998

What is “home”, then? Occasionally, when I lie down and take a nap, like I used to do as a kid, I find myself waking up to an infinity of stillness. There, in this luminous space, among the stars, I find my peace.

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