dreaming of my ancestral home

visiting family graves scattered across farm lands in North Vietnam
1999 trip to Vietnam. my family praying at family graves scattered across what used to be our land.

it wasn’t until i was 24 when i began starting questions about my family’s heritage. as i recently finished Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai’s The Mountains Sing, i once again asked my parents, my aunt and my grandmother about our story. this time, i even dared to dream of my ancestral home.

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