I spent my life from when I was 7 to when I was 14 in an orphanage/convent, and my experiences were not something I am fond of, or want to remember. The harsh and cruel treatments toward a handicap person made my skin peeled.
Vietnam to me is an un-welcomed country to disable people, and a place that manifests in ridiculing imperfect physicality! This idea was pounded in my brain when I was a child, thus to attest if it is true or not, I have no mean of doing. I was taught so, and I believed so.
Above all, with my experiences from childhood, the scar was too deep to erase!
Things could have changed over the years, but my thoughts on Vietnam, a beautiful country, have not budged. It scares me for some reasons mentally! There are other places on this earth that I have no interest in visiting, such as New York, China, and Japan, but they don't tug a terrifying nerve in me. If I win tickets to go, I would go without resistance.
I live more than half of my life here in America, and I am a US citizen, but when filling out paper work, I still have to mark my origin as Vietnam. I have no Vietnamese friends, or belong to any Vietnamese organizations, but my root is still deeply related to Vietnam...
(Listed in Mixed Memories Series)