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Letter for My Daughters
My father’s bamboo stick and relentless drills felt like punishment. Years later, in a dark alley, I learned they were his way of teaching me how to…
Sep 1
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Chan Truong Jans
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July 2025
The Balloon Tree
Every street sign in my town had one slogan:
Jul 21
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Chan Truong Jans
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Shadows of the Past
The War was already over—or so the adults said.
Jul 8
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Chan Truong Jans
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June 2025
Lost in their home
When I was six years old, my neighbors, Uncle Sau and Uncle Nam, came home from a faraway place called Cambodia.
Jun 29
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Chan Truong Jans
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The Mother Who Chose Love
September 1994. A sharp crack—the radio buzzed, shattering the afternoon quiet, breaking the stillness like a sudden bolt of electricity. I was just 14…
Jun 24
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Chan Truong Jans
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This is where my story begins
In Vietnam, every time I tried to write – even a single sentence – I was told I did it wrong.
Jun 19
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Chan Truong Jans
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