My name is Van and despite I always have been a person with a closed personality, I decided to open up my mind and try reaching out to seek help and tell about my story.
Before I was born:
My parents fled from Vietnam due to the effects which the Vietnam war brought to them.
About my mom:
It was just a regular day when my mom was walking with my half-sister in her arms when persons from the neighborhood pulled her onto a boat. It was no abduction, but of being afraid my mother saw them and not letting her be able alarming the neighborhood since they all tried to fled Vietnam that day with a small boat.
So my mother was sort of abducted in her opinion because my half-brother and other half-sister was still home in Vietnam at my grandmothers place having no idea about their mom and sister transformed into boat refugees in one single moment.
Mom told me sometimes it was a miracle they survived the boat flight, she did not care about where they would have ended, as long she could see again her son and daughter(my half brother and sister) who were still in Vietnam.
About my (grand)father:
My grandfather was a Vietnamese soldier who fought together with Americans against the North Vietnamese Army. He got shot in the back and died in front of my fathers eyes. My father, a war-child living half his life through the Vietnam War, survived that day and my grandmother borrowed money from the neighborhood letting my father, her only child, fled Vietnam in order to live a peaceful life.
Then I was born in 1988:
My parents met each other in The Netherlands. My dad helped her reuniting with my half-brother and sister in The Netherlands. I heard we were a happy family back then, till family on the other side of the world expected help from my parents, they asked more then my parents could afford, yet my parents always helped them. They did everything they could so our family in Vietnam could create a living for themself. In the end they got backstabbed by their own family and in 1999 my parents even divorced each other. My father ended to be lonely and we as half-siblings were living with my mom. I missed my dad, as my half-siblings could not know how much since he was not their real father. My father told me it would be better for me not seeing him anymore and forced me to live with my mom, so I did.
Reunited with my father after 18 years:
In 2017 I finally found my way to his home and when he opened the door, I saw a man being happy for seeing me again but sad at the same time.
What happened after he divorced my mom and lost the family is that he felt into depression and also had to carry for my grandmother in Vietnam who was diagnosed with bone cancer.
He sent money to a woman who claimed taking care of my grandmother, he always funded the living of my grandmother since he was her only son but living on the other side of the world. He worked hard just to be able to take care for my grandmother. Finally he found out that not all money he did sent to Vietnam was used for the care of my grandmother, but for self-enrichment by that woman who claimed taking care of my grandmother. Then I asked about my grandmother how she is doing, he answered that she passed away in the end of 2016. My father now is 62 years old and he mentally seems to be broken and stuck in a depression, he still need to work 5 years till he can retire but he will have nothing left when his retirements starts. He worked his whole life in metal-industry just to take care of his mother, who first helped him fleeing from the Vietnam war, that was his only life goal.
I asked my father what he desires now grandmother is no more. He is a lonely man with no more goals left in life. He is even not thinking about taking care of his own life and future. I asked him whether he would like to live a life in Vietnam till his death? He answered positively but knew he can´t afford this wish since he saved nothing and spend everything he had for the caring of my grandmother. Even the house of my grandmother in Vietnam has been sold by the woman who claimed taking care of my grandmother. And we as foreigners can´t do anything about it.
I beg everyone who read this to reach out and help my father to be able returning to Vietnam, where now is peace, no more war. Half his life he first struggled in the Vietnam war and other half he spend on caring for my grandmother. Any help and donation will be used for his ticket and humble living in Vietnam. I wish he will be able living near my grandparents spirits and have a chance experiencing a peaceful Vietnam. And may he find his peace and rest where he was born knowing that he is not alone anymore.
I created a paypal-link for my father, your donation and help in any range is appreciated, and may you be blessed and live a life full of peace and joy.
Attached picture: Our daughter in the arms of my father