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Mother says if the price of eggs were not the price of rice, and the price of rice were not the price of gasoline, and the price of gasoline were not the price of gold, then of course Brother Khôi could continue hatching eggs.
Brother Quang says, One cannot justify war unless each side flaunts its own blind conviction.
Then he adds what no one wants to hear: It’s over; Saigon is gone.
The first hot bite of freshly cooked rice, plump and nutty, makes me imagine the taste of ripe papaya although one has nothing to do with the other.
Mother says, People share when they know they have escaped hunger. Shouldn’t people share because there is hunger?
Just like that Mother amends our faith, saying all beliefs are pretty much the same.
No one would believe me but at times I would choose wartime in Saigon over peacetime in Alabama.
Oh, my daughter, at times you have to fight, but preferably not with your fists.
