Standing in the checkout line with a cart full of groceries at Pacific Ocean Marketplace, my 5-year-old daughter Madison tugged at my shirt. Pointing at the grey-haired couple chatting in front of us, she asked, “Mom, what are they saying?” I told her they were speaking Vietnamese and thought they were from Vietnam, a country halfway around the world where I was born.
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