papillon24
Living in your heart
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Min Tran (Mina)
The last three years were harsh. The crisis in Vietnam took many or our boys away from their loved ones, including my Derik. I feared everyday for him as I waited anxiosly for his letters. At least every other day one arrived at my door. Once a week small gifts and trinkets from the far east arrived as well. He never forgot or anniversary in all the time he was gone. This coming may would be our fouth as a married couple. The war had taken him away from me a year after our marriage.
I watched though the shades of the windows in anticipation. Outside the wind blew and the white flurries of snow danced on the balcony. I was happy the fire made my appartment so cozy and warm. Winters in New York were harsh especially when one was alone. It was hard for me as well. People looked down on me and many time accused me of being a spy due to my immagration from Vietnam to america six years prior to the war.
I wondered what it would be like with him back with me, for him to be in my arms again. I have dreamed of this day forever, or at least it felt like it. I wondered if he would look at me different now. I had seen those who had returned and how the men would glare at me as I would pass them on the streets.
I looked over at the old mantle clock and relieze I had gotten caught up in my daydreaming. 10:00!! I quickly rushed to dress myself. I wanted to be my at my best when I met him at the airport this afternoon. I slipped on a conservative blue dress over my delicate frame and matched it up with a pair of black pumps to elongate my legs. He always loved the way my legs looked. I clipped my long black hair into a flower clip and put a bit of makeup on to accent my features.
I ran out the door quickly hopping onto the subway to make it accross town.
The airport was crowded with women, childen and elders as we waited for the plane to land and bring our boys home from their long journy. I crowded in with them watching and waiting for my Derrik.
The last three years were harsh. The crisis in Vietnam took many or our boys away from their loved ones, including my Derik. I feared everyday for him as I waited anxiosly for his letters. At least every other day one arrived at my door. Once a week small gifts and trinkets from the far east arrived as well. He never forgot or anniversary in all the time he was gone. This coming may would be our fouth as a married couple. The war had taken him away from me a year after our marriage.
I watched though the shades of the windows in anticipation. Outside the wind blew and the white flurries of snow danced on the balcony. I was happy the fire made my appartment so cozy and warm. Winters in New York were harsh especially when one was alone. It was hard for me as well. People looked down on me and many time accused me of being a spy due to my immagration from Vietnam to america six years prior to the war.
I wondered what it would be like with him back with me, for him to be in my arms again. I have dreamed of this day forever, or at least it felt like it. I wondered if he would look at me different now. I had seen those who had returned and how the men would glare at me as I would pass them on the streets.
I looked over at the old mantle clock and relieze I had gotten caught up in my daydreaming. 10:00!! I quickly rushed to dress myself. I wanted to be my at my best when I met him at the airport this afternoon. I slipped on a conservative blue dress over my delicate frame and matched it up with a pair of black pumps to elongate my legs. He always loved the way my legs looked. I clipped my long black hair into a flower clip and put a bit of makeup on to accent my features.
I ran out the door quickly hopping onto the subway to make it accross town.
The airport was crowded with women, childen and elders as we waited for the plane to land and bring our boys home from their long journy. I crowded in with them watching and waiting for my Derrik.