#thi bui

I used to imagine that history had infused my parents' lives with the dust of a cataclysmic explosion. That it had seeped through their skin and become part of their blood. That being my father's child, I, too, was a product of war, and being my mother's child, could never measure up to her. But maybe being their child simply means that I will always feel the weight of their past. Nothing that happened makes me special. But my life is a gift that is too great--a debt I can never repay.

Nothing that happened makes me special. But my life is a gift that is too great — a debt I can never repay.