Since the first moment that I met Hao after the Vietnamese mass in Bethlehem, she was extremely welcoming to me, placing her arm across my shoulder and smiling. And though many parts of her story were dark, she remained equally cheerful. It was dusk as we pulled up to Hao’s house, and the photographers hurried to take pictures, adjusting the light meter as the sun set. Afterward, Hao asked us into her home and we sat around her kitchen table for the interview. Hao sat next to her husband and her daughter, who helped interpret for Hao when she got stuck on an English word. Hao’s husband was jailed by the community government in Vietnam, and she and her family came first to Thailand and then to the U.S. as refugees.

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