I mentioned in a former blog that my brother flew in from Australia less than two weeks ago. It had been more than 20 years since the last time I saw him. I escaped Vietnam when he was just a boy.
Now he is a man, a husband and a father of two children.
We have missed so much of each other's lives.
Tonight I took him to the airport and bid him farewell again. I found myself wondering if I will ever see him again, and if I do, how many more years will have passed.
Farewell, my brother, farewell.
