thursday, 11.00pm 10 feb 2005 i was 3 years old when we left 2 weeks before the fall of saigon in april 1975. my mom told me of running from building to building with bombs exploding in the near distance. she was trying to get our paperwork in order so we could leave as a family with my irish american father. he met her working as a vendor for the military providing all the provisions needed to maintain their bases. she worked in his office. they met, fell in love, had me, then along came my little brother. my father adopted my mother's first 2 children, who i only know as my brother + sister . he needed to get all of his children out of the country, and quickly. his company told him this was
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