However in 1975 the fighting came to our village and the invasion of South Vietnam by the North Vietnamese Army would change our lives forever. The North Vietnamese Army took their revenge on those who had shown any allegiance towards the South Vietnamese government and the Americans. As my father
had been a translator for America's Green Berets, my family was singled out and he was sent to one of the infamous "re-education" camps.
As the years went by under the new regime life became unbearable and in 1984, at the age of 12 and without any other member of my family, I escaped Vietnam on a small fishing boat packed with over seventy other refugees. I like many others were the "Vietnamese Boat People". Between 1975 and 1995 approximately 2 million fled Vietnam. Many of those who tried to escape by boat did not survive. They were killed by pirates or died due to lack of water or over-crowded boats.
After 10 days drifting at sea with a broken propeller we were rescued and taken to Indonesia. After spending 7 months there in a children's home I was resettled in Denmark where I was eventually reunited with my family. Today I live in Suffolk with my husband and daughter.