i had always speculated the people living down the street from me were either cambodian or vietnamese because of the way they looked and the way they sounded when i heard them talk. today, two ladies were sitting on the front stoop talking. i wave and one of the ladies asks if i live around here. i tell her i live up near the cul-de-sac, and she asks where i’m from. i told her i’m cambodian, she says she vietnamese. i told her my mom’s part vietnamese. she seems surprised as she smiles, and i tell her to take care as this conversation is in passing
after 4 years of living here, i finally know; they’re vietnamese.
-ratha, 2:13pm, 6.5.18