1.7 The Fortune Tellers
Over sixty years ago,
In the Old Quarters of Hanoi,
My grandmother had her first born, a girl.
Her second, third and fourth,
Continued to be all girls.
My mother was the third child.
Tired and exhausted,
Grandmother consulted a fortune teller.
He told her that in order for her to bear a son,
She must adopt a boy.
Grandmother followed his advice and
Within the next few years,
She bore five more children,
All of them baby boys.
There were many more predictions
To come.
Both joyful and painful events.
From large lotto winnings,
To deaths of close ones.
All seemed to have come true.
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