|Mom (23), me (5), brother (a few months)|
My mom is Vietnamese (her mom is 1/2 Chinese). She met my father during the Vietnam war when she was 16. She married my dad, left her family, and came to this country at 17. She had me at 18. She's had a very different life than I will ever know. If I told you any more, I'd be writing a book.
My moment came this week when I realized that after all these years we dance around each other just as we did when I was a child. I found comfort in that. I found myself remembering my years living in the same house with her and I realized that nothing has changed. Without judgment of the dance itself, there is a great sense of relief realizing that I can't change it and that it simply is.