Phoung, Washington D.C.

At the refugee camp in Nong Khai, Thailand, my kids and I came first; my husband joined us later. The Thai police, regarded us very low and looked down on us because we were refugees. Some of us were Generals back in Laos, but they still treated us very low. They bullied us. They didn’t allow us to come in and go out the refugee camp easily. If you had a daughter, they would bother you even more.

(Pictured with her daughter Channapha)

catzie vilayphonhJuly 27, 2014Nong Khai, Thailand, refugee camp, camp stories, moms, daughters, Legacies of War, Washington D.C.