sand, 2

1999 Southern California “Sophie? Finished studying, finally? Cleaun thdei, kohn?” My dad called from the living room. Are you hungry, child? He always asked whether I were hungry. That was the Khmer equivalent of “How are you?” and “I love you.” “No,” I called back to him, “Lana’s here, we’re going to study some more.” … Continue reading sand, 2