Điều Má Chưa Kể
My mother had two words for her entire past: Khổ lắm. Much suffering.I spent 62 years as her son - and never knew who she was before she became my mother.This poem is for every child of immigrants who has lived inside their parents' silence - and hasn't asked yet.Ask before it's too late.…





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