My parents are high school sweethearts. They met in the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam where they both grew up. My father and his family later moved to Saigon, but my parents stayed together and my dad came to visit my mom when he could, which was only a couple of times a year. When the war ended and Saigon fell in 1975, my father posted flyers in the city, searching for anyone who could give him information about my mom. Luckily my parents had a happy ending and recently celebrated their 33rd wedding anniversary.
My mom and dad are pretty amazing people. They have gone through the unimaginable and it’s amazing to see where they are today. I still need to get a post about our journey to America on the blog one of these days. Summer vacation is almost here so I’ll make that one of my first projects.
Getting back to this post–K is for keepsake and this is a journal of drawings and poems my mom made for my dad when they were teenagers back in Vietnam. I have always known my mom is talented, but her drawings and script in this book are incredible. I can’t draw to save my life so I guess those genes must have skipped over me! 😀