Pigs, Ferns And Easter Sunrise on Sacred Hilltops

I have mentioned my incredible, brilliant, creative and imaginative sister before in passing, but I haven’t really expressed how much she means to me. My parents adopted two children from Vietnam when they were married there during the Vietnamese war. The eldest one was adopted when she was about 4 years old from an orphanage that didn’t treat the children so well–as a result she has various chemical and emotional problems. My other sister was given directly to my folks when she was still a baby. Both of my elder sisters were war babies. Their fathers were African-American GI’s and their mothers were Vietnamese, we don’t know any of them, although we did briefly try to find them in 1995.