A family at last!

The drought of happiness has finally ended after long lonely years! (In picture, hiMe's family arrived at Canberra Airport in November 1990 aboard an Australian Airlines flight from Sydney: her Dad, her younger sister, her Mum (wearing glasses), her youngest brother and her youngest sister.)

The drought of happiness has finally ended after long lonely years! (In picture, hiMe’s family arrived at Canberra Airport in November 1990 aboard an Australian Airlines flight from Sydney: her Dad, her younger sister, her Mum (wearing glasses), her youngest brother and her youngest sister.)

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30/4/1975 was the day of the fall of Saigon and because he was a Signal Corps Lieutenant Colonel of the South Vietnam Army, my father spent ten years in various hard labour camps. On release, he was issued a “TEMPORARY RELEASE” paper which meant that he could be re-arrested at any time for any reason. Moreover, every week for two years, he had to present himself at the local police station to report what he did, where he went, whom he met during the week. During that two years, he was not considered a citizen of his birth country and wasn’t allowed to work. Even after he was restored his “Citizen Rights”, with his background, no one wanted to hire him. But wait there’s more!

I will live

Love for my family gave me more courage to live. (People in picture: Mum, Dad, Mum's two younger sisters, 11-year-old hiMe, hiMe's 9-year-old and 7-year-old sisters. Picture taken in 1973 at Tan Son Nhat airport, Saigon when Dad was to fly to New Jersey, USA to attend the one-year study of the Communications Electronics Engineer Course.)

Love for my family gave me more courage to live.
(People in picture: Mum, Dad, Mum’s two younger sisters, 11-year-old hiMe, hiMe’s 9-year-old and 7-year-old sisters. Picture taken in 1973 at Tan Son Nhat airport, Saigon when Dad was to fly to New Jersey, USA to attend the one-year study of the Communications Electronics Engineer Course.)

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I wish I could turn back the time so that,
I would then push my Dad to quickly flee.
“Run, Dad, and save your life no matter what!
The Communists won’t spare you, let hear me!
Commander’s duty – you fulfilled at last,
We don’t want you killed – let hear us all plea!
You’re not safe but we are, so let’s run fast!”
(Terza-Rima-style poem) But wait there’s more!