At the moment, my family is American.
We are four people, not five.
My father and mother were Vietnamese in 1975.
They are engineers,
a new life here
in California, where they met.
They have three children,
two girls and one boy.
The eldest daughter is a writer,
the younger daughter works in a hospital.
The younger son has died.
They do not live in the same house.
Soon, they might be Vietnamese or dead.
All of them will be dead.