Had a heart-to-heart talk with my aunt tonight. She told me that my grandfather got paralyzed (shot in the back during the war) and that’s why my mother was adopted. She lived 28 years after my grandfather also died. My aunt told me my grandmother was the one who sent the kids to flee Vietnam over to the United States. “We would not be here if it wasn’t for her” my aunt said. It hit me like a ton of bricks tonight. My grandmother gave up everything that was dear to her to allow them to have a better life. Tonight we had a big dinner with various generations, including all of the kids who were born here. We are here because of her. True love is such a sacrifice…