After a decade away, I returned to my yeay’s home in Hilton, NY, to bridge a distance that began when my mother ran away from home in the 1990s. At 24, I saw the woman behind the history: a Cambodian Genocide survivor navigating displacement and a restrictive marriage. I recognize her resilience in her gardening and the intentional arrangement of her home, a study of her endurance and the womanhood that now connects us.
After a decade away, I returned to my yeay’s home in Hilton, NY, to bridge a distance that began when my mother ran away from home in the 1990s. At 24, I saw the woman behind the history: a Cambodian Genocide survivor navigating displacement and a restrictive marriage. I recognize her resilience in her gardening and the intentional arrangement of her home, a study of her endurance and the womanhood that now connects us.