Miranda

"Bac muon an ba'nh mì?" I asked the elderly lady who was hoping I would purchase something from her little basket of trinkets in order to buy bread. She smiled a beautiful crooked-tooth smile and responded, "Da, cam on con." Thank you child… and in that instant I remembered I was indeed her child, I was a child to my Vietnam. In life you're given brief moments of pure love, a sense of true compassion and humanity towards your fellow beings; I call it a Buddha moment and in those moments I see my mother. I saw my mother in her eyes, I heard my mother through her lips, and I felt my mother within my heart. Vietnam is such a magical place. The humidity sticks to my skin, but a warm blanket of optimism wraps around my previously pessimistic soul and lifts my spirits higher than the heavens. It's an indescribable sensation that forages this unbreakable bond between my Vietnam and I.