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Back Home with My FamilyMimosa Long I met Mimosa at her home in Lynn, Massachusetts, where she was living with her parents and her six sisters and brothers. All nine of them were there when I arrived — the little ones prancing around me with their big, inviting smiles; the quiet older brother; the young parents, unfazed by their bubbling brood; and, of course, Mimosa, slight for her nine, going-on-ten years, shy with me, her voice rising to barely above a whisper when we were finally left alone to conduct our brief interview. Although Mimosa herself had always lived in the U.S., her mother
was Cambodian born and her father, born in Vietnam, was of Cambodian origin.
Both had fled their war-ravaged countries some years before. Mimosa's burns, which reached up her neck into her face and had partly molded her facial features, had also caused less visible scars. Her father explained that she and her mother were now avoiding outings to the store. Apparently, Mimosa had been the brunt of other children's frightened outbursts at seeing her face. Mimosa and I didn't talk about those sorts of experiences. But we did cautiously approach the event of the fire itself. Her account, pieced together out of snatches of her memory, had the quality of an old dream. Later, when I read to Mimosa what I'd written about her, however, she asked me not to reproduce that part of our interview here. Before leaving her home, I asked Mimosa if she would draw some pictures for this anthology. A drawing she did of her and her family appears below.
Drawing by Mimosa Long. In Mimosa’s words, "I am burn and back home with my family and I love them." Click here to read a description of this drawing
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