Where did I come from?
That is the plaguing, persistent question that follows me everywhere I go.
So, where did I come from?
From my mother's belly.
From my father's seed.
From my grandparents crossing the rivers that separate Laos from Thailand.
From their pain of being robbed of a homeland.
From the humiliation of being penned up in refugee camp like pigs, being fed someone else's scraps and staring through wires and fences at a freedom they once knew.
From frenzied stampedes of humans trying to escape a living hell, only to be transported to a foreign land, and still facing hell.
Where did I come from?
I come from pain, from robbed dreams, from humiliation, from hell.
I come from You.
