Our family did miraculously escape.
We escaped the waves of the South China Sea,
The despair of being separated from loved ones,
The lost of lives, lost limbs, retained dignity.
Stories of others were not so reassuring.
Once, I had a friend who told me of the lost
of her five year old brother.
The pirates came, took everything,
Including the boy.
From that day forward,
Her father stopped eating meat.
He prayed everyday for the safety of the boy.
He prayed that they would take him in,
Raised him as their own.
That was all he could ask for from God.
There were stories of families,
Running in the night,
Crossing the train tracks,
A young toddler falls,
The on-coming train took both of his legs.
Decades later,
Ti and I would see him walking,
With artificial limbs,
We saw him walk with a sort of bounce
Across the street.
There were stories with violent,
Which flared up from a camp in Hong Kong,
One day the riot started
And not one woman was spared from rape.
After that incident,
the camp was closed down.
All refugees were sent back to their home country.
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