Photo by Sarah Lim
Photo by Sarah Lim

By Brian Pham

My grandparents wielded butcher knives
as they chopped and cooked from morning until evening—
they shared stories of Vietnam.
Once my mother was given a live chicken
for her 10th birthday.
She killed it
to share for dinner that night.
My grandmother worked in a roadside restaurant,
Her job was to deal with all the meat
dead or alive.
Even my grandfather was a cook,
but he handled rice and noodle dishes.
Vietnamese vibrated off the walls
while I ran through the house
tripping and falling over yesterdays.

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