Looking back, I remember...
I remember the steaming hot bowls of hu tieu and egg noodles that Mom treated my brother and me to after an afternoon helping her sell at the market...
I remember the moments when my brother and I would fight over the leftover broth to mix with rice, and somehow I always ended up winning. Looking back now, it was probably because my older brother let me win.
I remember the days when I was sick, whining for Mom to buy me hu tieu but she wouldn’t, and just as I was about to cry, I saw my brother come home carrying a small basket...
Looking back, I remember...
And I feel so much love...