by nhoa | Apr 11, 2020 | Uncategorized
My father was executed by the government after the Islamic Iranian revolution in 1989. I was only about 5 at that time, so it’s all a bit blurry. But I remember waking up one early morning and Mum saying, ‘We're leaving’. We didn’t even get a chance to say...
by nhoa | Mar 21, 2020 | Uncategorized
When my mum was 8 years old, she found out that her mother was going to sell her to pay off a debt. She ran away to a convent, and after that, she was looked after by the Catholic church. Throughout her childhood, she was moved from convent to convent because of the...
by nhoa | Mar 14, 2020 | Uncategorized
When Mum and Dad migrated from India in 1995, their friends told them that they wouldn't even be able to buy pots and pans in Australia! At that time, many people from India were migrating to the UK, to the USA, to Canada. But people even had difficulty saying...
by nhoa | Mar 8, 2020 | Uncategorized
I never met my mother. All I know is that she was from China, because it’s on my birth certificate. And I’ve seen what she looks like from a few photos. Dad was a migrant from Hong Kong who had his own restaurants. Apparently she went off with his second chef when I...
by nhoa | Feb 29, 2020 | Uncategorized
(2/2) At first, Mum joined Dad selling stuff outside the temple, but finally after six years, they decided to immigrate to Australia for a better life. Just before they left, Dad had this crazy idea of approaching a Japanese rice cooker company and saying “I’m going...
by nhoa | Feb 29, 2020 | Uncategorized
(1/2) My mum always says that she and my dad were fated to be together. His family weren’t rich. They sold noodle soup from a trolley cart at a train station. But Dad was the brightest of the kids, so when he got into university in Japan, his family invested all their...
