“Amor vincit omnia, et nos cedamus amori.
Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.”- Vigil
As with a strict childhood and a strict set of parents, I never really developed dived into any matters other than my education. If it did pertain to me learning calculus, biology or English, I did not care. My only purpose in life was to please my family. My family has done so much to make sure I had a good future, in spite of the challenges they faced. My family is a byproduct of the Vietnam War.
My grandfather was a former Southern Vietnamese officer. During the war, my grandfather was sent to a re-education camp. He was beaten daily and given only a small amount of rice and salt to ease his hunger. His family was scattered among the country, working in fields as directed by the communist. I can just hear my aunt retelling the story again, bech. Every time I look into that mirror I am reminded that I am a pale skinned Vietnamese boy. I got a baby face. A little too puffy for my taste, but I have my grandfather's muscular frame, large chest that barrels out.
You know.....This is a confession. I thought life was only about pleasing society and my family til I met her. Well met, seen. It does not matter. I met her in my dreams. I know it sounds crazy, but I would not believe til that night
* needing to fill event squence. To be counted*
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