Dia

Daughter of mine,

Survivor, Bangkok orphan, motorcycle-blasted daughter

I grabbed you from your precarious roots and tossed you into a alien culture of white skinned ruralish well-intended family and community

Those early days, me with no Thai, you with no English, we clutched and clawed at each other with ferocious wildness.

The first night there in Bangkok, we slept in the same bed, with you arching and tossing yourself out of the sheets like a fish gasping for water.

Twenty years later, I am a grandmother, you are a mother and Sophia glances at us with those old soul eyes. Here we go again-bumping into our feral and instinctive pulses.