Growing up in two different cultures... your opinion?
I was born in the states in 1975, my Me was 7 months pregnant with me when my Ba and two sister ran for the "boat". My Ba was in the South Vietnamese Navy so staying was not an option. Having said that, I grew up in two cultures. I have experiences the good and the bad, the racism from the ignorant people to disappointments from Vietnamese elders. Growing up as a child and not understanding why kids were making fun of me. From being the black sheep and not your ordinary Vietnamese girl (smoking, drinking, partying) to a successful adult. However, I look back on the strict Vietnamese family I grew up in and during that time, hated every moment but now cherish that my parents made me learn to read, write and speak Vietnamese which now when I have a family will pass that on to them.