In lieu of Mother's day, Asian Pacific American Heritage month, and Mental Health Awareness month,
thank you for always staying by my side even when you, understanding years of torment, fear, malnutrition and killing fields, couldn't understand my anxiety, bipolar disorder, depression.
for rising out of a resettlement apartment in the Bronx, to becoming one of today's less than half of Cambodian immigrants above the poverty line, to living comfortably in a house in queens and able to send your daughters to college.
for giving me a place in the greatest and arguably most diverse city in the world, then helping me understand my place in it. to rejoicing when, after a few months in the UK, i could fully recognise the blessings in disguise of my Asian upbringing and the realities of my place as an Asian American- a minority anywhere in the world.
for inspiring me to strive to be better than i can be. for us being the last ones at the dinner table and the first ones to laugh 'til we cry.
to the strongest person i've ever known, i have never loved you more than i do right now.
Happy mother's day! 🌝💕