My niece, Yannie, and daughter Tanisha helped bring this episode to life, adding youthful expression and a good American accent to the reading. I tested this enactment of my memoir for family members in our annual Christmas show this year. It befitted the occasion. I should have adapted it into a theater show to gain better audience acceptance. But we had no preparation time.
The girls were willing readers. And I thought, why not bring the past back for them to glimpse, it was their legacy. However, the audience did not like the long reading, saying it bored them. I admitted the language barrier was insurmountable.
What do my readers think? Any suggestions?
I was 13 years old when the Americans left Vietnam and the last helicopters flew off. My family of six came down from the Embassy rooftop to an upside-down world and an unraveling life. This book chronicles the seven years during which time we struggled to regain freedom, facing the death of loved ones and incarceration, losing bit-by-bit all vestiges of a normal life, until life was but a battle to stay afloat. And nothing was left but prayer and love to keep us moving on.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
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About the Author
- Hong-My Basrai
- Mother, Engineer, writer, manager, and more. I am a bit of everything, a creature of God. I am passionate with life. I fear death and its many forms. I love my mind, cherish my body. I express through WORDS.