When I was 10 months old, my parents bought tickets to escape Vietnam on an overcrowded fishing vessel with 363 people onboard. It was really scary for them because they had heard many stories of boats capsizing, and of pirates.
They had got married just before the war ended. But at that time, things actually grew worse because people started turning on each other, and as their parents had been born in China, the government said they were no longer recognised as Vietnamese. As a result, my parents thought it wasn’t safe for me to grow up there.
Mum . . .