Vietnam War. The only time I got them to talk about it was when I had to write an essay for my humanities class in high school. Even then, they didn't tell me much. They just talked about the fear they felt every night, trying to sleep through the sound of bombs being dropped. Their villages did get bombed, so they fled on boats and left their families behind. They somehow miraculously survived and ended up in refugee camps. I think my dad ended up in the Philippines. I'm not sure where my mom was. Anyway, fast forward... they both came to America where they met in the beautiful snow-capped city we call Salt Lake City, got married, and created a beautiful baby girl and a gift to the world. That would be me. The end.
Moe: to answer your question via rep, I have no idea where they were exactly. I'll have to ask!
You're asian...
How you doin?