What Endures: An Amerasian's Lifelong Struggle During and After the Vietnam War

Unlike most childhoods mine was far from being a happy one. My siblings and I as well as the generation before us were born at a time when warplanes gunfire foreign men in uniform constant evacuations and locals hiding under bunkers or war tunnels were commonplace. Now whenever I see playgrounds that are lush with trees and green grasses and filled with children on swings who are laughing while being pushed by their parents I cannot help but feel a tinge of envy. They are so young yet already they are having the time of their lives. As a child I never imagined such scenarios to be remotely possible. Even the idea of playing and having fun were strange to me. I was filled with questions many of which were answered much much later.