The Wicked Witch

It has now been several months since I met Lantern. I decide, that I can wait no longer; I have to act on my promise.

It has now been several months since I met Lantern. I decide, that I can wait no longer; I have to act on my promise.

Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 Words- Dear unfinished business.

I ducked into a store when I saw Lantern at a shopping centre because I haven’t fulfilled my promise made to her, whose family seems like they’ve been put under a curse by a wicked witch. As I know her family, and am older than her, Lantern sought me for help in her desperate attempt to save her parents’ marriage.

In recent years, Lantern’s mother has become sick and homebound. Lantern’s father, a pensioner laden with the stress of caring for his wife, sadness and loneliness, has been seeing another woman who is about ten years younger. But wait there’s more!

The search for an interpreter’s related information

George Miller - US Democrats Congressman - in Malaysia greeting children at a Vietnamese refugee camp.

George Miller – US Democrats Congressman – in Malaysia greeting children at a Vietnamese refugee camp.

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Monsoon fury - image credit Thejas Panarkandy

Monsoon fury – image credit Thejas Panarkandy

Monsoon - image credit 5particle.

Monsoon – image credit 5particle.

22 Jun 1979, Kuantan Beach, Malaysia: Refugees aboard beached boat from Vietnam. - Image by © Bettmann/CORBIS

22 Jun 1979, Kuantan Beach, Malaysia: Refugees aboard beached boat from Vietnam. – Image by © Bettmann/CORBIS

Pulau Bidong island.

Pulau Bidong island.

Refugees transported to Pulau Bidong island walking on the jetty.

Refugees transported to Pulau Bidong island walking on the jetty.

Refugees having picture taken for ID.

Refugees having picture taken for ID.

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A Chinese girl in Vietnam poem

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(Triolet-style poem)

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The herbal medicine – sweet smell,
The Chinese songs lulled me to sleep.
My childhood memories now swell.
The herbal medicine – sweet! smell!
The home-sick Chinese tears fell,
The lonely guests in a host country.
The herbal medicine – sweet smell,
The Chinese songs lulled me to sleep!

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Why did you leave me?

I got married and lost you! Then there was a series of sinister anonymous emails in the community that spoke ill of you and our friendship.

I got married and lost you! Then there was a series of sinister anonymous emails in the community that spoke ill of you and our friendship.

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Dear Wombok,

Why did you leave me? My heart aches whenever I think of you!

When all around me people only see me as a foreign face, I couldn’t attract a single friendship from Australians. You are the only friend I’ve had since coming to Australia. I gravitated towards you for warmth and human companionship. I was eager to share with you the fine details in my daily life. I felt our two hearts beat with the same Vietnamese rhythm. I admired you for the objectivity in your judgement. You cheered me up with your bright, ready smiles and you made me feel less lonely in Australia. But wait there’s more!

The convent

Things may have turned out differently had I was given my own safe space when I arrived in Australia as a refugee.

Things may have turned out differently had I was given my own safe space when I arrived in Australia as a refugee.

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April 1984, I arrived in Australia and stayed at Enterprise Hostel, Springvale in Melbourne. A week later, a religious Sister took me home to a six-bedroom Burwood parish house that accommodated thirteen Catholic Vietnamese refugees and me – a Buddhist. But wait there’s more!

My very first and frosty Australian Christmas lunch

It was a frosty Christmas lunch and the very first for me - a Vietnamese refugee.

It was a frosty Christmas lunch and the very first for me – a Vietnamese refugee.

Coming from a refugee camp in Malaysia, I arrived in Australia at the end of April 1984. After staying a week at Enterprise Hostel, Springvale, Melbourne, Sister Petite Peach took me to a six-bedroom Burwood-parish house that accommodated thirteen Catholic Vietnamese refugees and me – a Buddhist. But wait there’s more!

The social-group-monger

I felt powerless to fight against injustice borne by someone who happened to hold power in a social group they created.

I felt powerless to fight against injustice borne by someone who happened to hold power in a social group they created.

Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 words – Bully.

As my children were teenagers, I had more time to banish my lonely migrant symptoms by seeking social interactions with other adults.

I joined a mixed group. I remember that I felt so safe and welcomed with the group leader’s friendly manner. But wait there’s more!