“It was different back then,” my mom said about living in
Vietnam in the 1970s. “We were never worried about you kids running around the
neighborhood. I don’t know why, but it never occurred to us that any of the kids
could get kidnapped. Everyone was so poor anyhow, so why would they want to
have another mouth to feed?” She chuckled.
“Your brother would play hide-and-go-seek at the cemetery
at night with his friends. I would get so mad and yell at him, but he was so
naughty, and would just keep going back. All the kids were fearless.”
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