I slowly awoke to the moment and taste of water. We were on a boat. sailing to a safe place, somewhere unknown, a place we would have to discover alone. we were sailing to Australia.
I got up to see my mother, grandmother and sister. It had been 5 days and nights since we had fled the shores of Vietnam, and the war held within its walls.
my mother, like many others decided to bring a vile of poison to use if our biggest fears came true. pirates, rape and death. first me and my sister, then my mother and grandmother would drink to escape a horrid fate.
I don't remember when pirates came by, staring at as as if ready to attack, but afraid of the men on our boat, nor having to wait six hours for the engine to start.
We arrived. We'd arrived at a new place we'd have to call home. unfortunately, we were poor. Bruised both mentally and physically, I set foot on shore. We did it. We had escaped...
But, the journey wasn't over. We needed money, and a place to truly call Home. we were able to afford a home, but it wasn't the best.