I can't get over how absolutely beautiful this book was. An interwoven story of Y-Dang Troeung's life, the story of her family, and a larger portrait of the Cambodian genocide, migration, and motherhood told in fragments. This was a book that took Y-Dang Troeung her entire life to write, but it has added weight as a book she finished in the final months of her life, directed largely towards her 4 year-old son, trying to capture everything she wants him to know about his family and his heritage that she knows she'll never be able to tell him directly. This reminded me lots of On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous in its poetic language and the way it speaks of war, migration, and family. A rare and precious book that I think everyone should read