I closed my eyes and asked God, “Where is Home? God, tell me where is ‘home.’ ”
I focus on the word.
Home. Home. Home.
Everything is pitched back, but I look down and see what is in my hand: My Huynh Trưởng Khăn. I stare at it until another hand covers it. I looked up and see someone I admire since long ago. He begins to walk away and says, “Let’s go.” “Where?” I ask as I try to keep up with him. “Home,” he answers.
And then I opened my eyes.