Chapter 24 - Mom
Chapter 24 Mom June 1977 They escorted Thông and me into the tiny outside courtyard. Beyond the barbed wire divider, about three meters away, was our mother. She was dressed strangely, in country clothes with black pants, a white button-down shirt, and a straw cone hat. The disguise made her resemble a Southern farmer. My mother usually wore perfectly pressed dresses and suits, Western makeup, and coiffed hair. Her face was devastated at seeing Thông’s scrawny body, even though I’d done my best to clean him up that morning. He still looked tragic, like a baby bird who had fallen from the nest. My mother stood stunned, taking in the enormity of what had happened. Seeing her there brought it all back, memories that I thought I’d discarded along with my clothes on the road. I remembered our house in Saigon with its big cool high-ceilinged rooms, the food on the China plates on the table where we sat on chairs and ate every day. I remembered her serene face when we were in the sitting room...
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