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Theirs was a house of love, Hương was sure. It was all they ever needed—love. And with love, they would survive. She believed this with all her heart.
“They’re stealing our food and giving us vouchers that won’t buy even a kilo of rice and then telling us we’re heroes of the country, the backbone of society.” It made her want to cry for the state of her country.
in the grand scheme of things they’d never stood a chance.
For all intents and purposes, love was too impractical.
How could a man, unbound by life and responsibilities, be so boring? If Ben were to leave, he would collect everything he could find, keepsakes of a life lived and lived well.
and Ben knew you couldn’t be both a geek and gay because that was social suicide.
Soon his mom’s out and Vinh is saying, “Let me take a look, just wait one sec, let me take a look.” Ben imagines his mom spinning around, her arms in the air. “Price tag,” Vinh says, followed by the movement of feet, the opening of a kitchen drawer. Scissors, Ben thinks. Snip, snip.
no i was so invested in them :( so real of her to chose some hobos to live with
“I don’t question anybody anything. Everyone has to make choices. Sometimes there’re only bad choices, all of them, each way you look it’s a sea of bad choices, and we just have to pick one, the best one, or maybe just any one.”
She decided then: If being away from her brought him happiness, who was she to stand in his way? Who was she to say no to her sons? That’s what it came down to when it came to raising children: their happiness.
As time passed, the message would become vague: Doing fine, he would write, or Am fine, he would say, or sometimes just Fine, which Tuấn thought was an amazing waste of paper, and their mother thought so as well.
