So eventually I learned to let people talk.
When my daughter turned two, I made another decision that terrified me.
I left everything familiar behind and moved to Saigon.
I did not arrive with money, connections, or some perfect business plan.
I arrived with a little girl, a pile of worries, and the belief that staying where I was would keep us trapped inside the story other people had written for me.
During the day, I waited tables.
I learned how to stay on my feet when they hurt, how to keep moving when I was tired, and how to smile at customers even when my mind was calculating what I could afford after work.
At night, I studied.
Sometimes I was so exhausted that the words seemed to swim across the page.
Sometimes my daughter slept beside me while I tried to learn one more thing that might help us move forward.
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