tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570639256501876320.post1020985301398629868..comments2011-01-26T13:10:55.547-07:00Comments on Kanitha Heng: Telling On My MotherKanitha Henghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655573148312478840noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570639256501876320.post-1559995096561731482010-02-10T17:35:25.472-07:002010-02-10T17:35:25.472-07:00Your father's story is so interesting, and I w...Your father's story is so interesting, and I would imagine on some level there is the sense of guilt that he is the lucky one who didn't have to go through the physical horrors of the war. However, I wonder if his mental experience through memory and photographs and later reconnection with his lost siblings was almost equally painful to being in Cambodia during the time of war.<br /><br />I can't imagine what it would be like to think your siblings have all passed away, only to discover they have been alive all along. What an incredible and emotional experience this must have been for your father, and for you.Kanitha Henghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01655573148312478840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570639256501876320.post-20452246478917943202010-02-09T16:48:22.113-07:002010-02-09T16:48:22.113-07:00My father was lucky enough to have received a scho...My father was lucky enough to have received a scholarship to go study in Japan right before it got bad with the Khmer Rouge. He lost 3 siblings, found 3 20 years later... 2 aunts and 1 uncle. 1 aunt then died in childbirth. And in the remaining aunt, I think I see traces of what she must have gone through (we've never spoken about it openly... if one even could). She constantly feeds her children, any spare moment in the day is time for food. I wonder if it is some reflex to ensure they never have to go through what she did?<br /><br />And I wonder if my dad ever feels guilty, having missed it all, having left his family behind.Tanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04930386002018802015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570639256501876320.post-77903292730102119272010-02-07T17:23:18.333-07:002010-02-07T17:23:18.333-07:00Thanks, Lauren. I'm glad you're following ...Thanks, Lauren. I'm glad you're following the blog. The thing about writing about people or things that I shouldn't write of is that I hope they won't read it...I'm waiting for the day that they do because, I think, eventually they are bound to. Shit.Kanitha Henghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01655573148312478840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570639256501876320.post-25991603023524235812010-02-02T17:30:18.937-07:002010-02-02T17:30:18.937-07:00You are really on some next-level shit. Love the h...You are really on some next-level shit. Love the honesty, the complexity, the unwillingness to water some heavy stuff down, or to stay quiet. You capture so well the space of being stuck: between cultures, between generations, between present-day realities and the echoes of war. Killer stuff.Lauren Quinnhttp://lonelygirltravels.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570639256501876320.post-9605673937204038382010-01-27T17:46:34.525-07:002010-01-27T17:46:34.525-07:00My mother fled from Cambodia too. I never knew the...My mother fled from Cambodia too. I never knew there was an old saying in our culture, "Kom yeh daem khey". Where I live... it seems like it's the opposite. (T_T.)Zyna Penhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07978654534352337996noreply@blogger.com