Growing up in the United States, my mother's side of the family would annually host a day to pray to our passed relatives; they suffered a distressing escape from the Vietnam War just to integrate back into normal society. Despite some of my relatives say we had the fortune of a red envelope, numerous family members told me that the Communists caused us to suffer. At five years old, I believed everything they said; especially things from my parents because I was naive. After all these years, I don’t believe all of this is true; my family only explained the negative side of the story without acknowledging the good version of the Communists. Especially after reading Loung Ung’s First They Killed My Father, Communist Vietnam quite frankly seemed
