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The End of the Storm |
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Thi Liên
watched from the window as the rain
poured | |
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down. In the distance beyond the dark clouds, she could see
Sam
Mountain at the edge of her village. Thi Liên had
always thought
Sam was a silly name. The shape of the
mountain resembled a
gigantic king crab, so people called it
Sam, which means “king
crab” in Vietnamese.
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“The floodwaters have
risen so high that I might as well | |
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be living by the sea with the king crabs,” Thi Liên
mumbled.
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Heavy rains were a part
of life in Vietnam. Each year | |
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seasonal winds brought seemingly endless downpours. The
rainy
season, called the monsoon, usually lasted from May
through
September. Though the rains were torrential, they
weren’t always
destructive. The rain washing down from the
hillsides carried silt
that was rich in nutrients. The
floodwaters made the land along the
Mekong River fertile
for growing rice.
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Suddenly a gust of wind and rain
swept through the | |
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doorway as Thi Liên’s father returned from their
neighbor’s
home. He was drenched and shivering. “News from
upriver
is not encouraging,” he said, trying not to upset them.
“This
season’s rains have overflowed the river’s banks.
Surging
floodwaters are claiming almost everything in their
path.
Families have had to move to safer locations, and there
are
reports that some houses have been swept away.”
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Thi Liên stared out the window. She
tried to focus on |
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the bountiful rice harvest that the floodwaters would
bring,
but fear rose within her like the rising
river.
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Grandfather came over
and put his hand on her | |
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shoulder. “The floodwaters have visited our village before,
but
they have never knocked on our door,” he said softly.
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Thi Liên thought about what her
grandfather said. Yet | |
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he could not deny that this year’s rains were unusually
heavy.
Days had gone by without even a ray of sunlight.
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Father paced back and forth,
shooting nervous glances | |
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in Grandfather’s direction. Grandfather remained standing
near
the window, watching the rain as it continued to fall.
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Later, while several neighbors
waded through the | |
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flooded streets, her parents made a decision. “It’s time
to
evacuate,” Father announced. “We can go to the
community
center. It’s on higher ground, so we should be safe
there.”
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“No!” Grandfather said firmly.
“It’s wrong to drag your | |
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family out of their home in fear.”
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“We’re leaving with thoughts of
safety, not fear,” Father | |
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replied forcefully.
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Thi Liên shuddered. She had never
heard her father | |
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raise his voice to his own father.
Though Father was an
adult, arguing with Grandfather was
considered
disrespectful.
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Father and Grandfather faced each
other, neither | |
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speaking another word. Their long,
uneasy silence seemed
as if it would last forever. Suddenly a loud
clap of thunder
sounded, breaking the silence. Father walked boldly
to the
door and opened it. Thi Liên, her mother, and
her
grandfather followed obediently.
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They waded knee-deep
through the drowning streets. | |
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Holding on to one another, they
struggled against the
currents. Thi Liên kicked off her sandals,
hoping she would
have better footing in her bare feet. She had no
choice but to
watch as her sandals were quickly swept
away.
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Finally they reached the crowded
community center. It | |
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was filled with other families looking
for refuge from the
rising water. Exhausted from the struggle, Thi
Liên lay
down on a mat and tried to sleep, but all she could
think
about was Grandfather’s expression as Father opened
the
door. Thi Liên turned to face the wall. The rain pounding
on
the metal roof muffled her sobs.
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Early the next morning
Thi Liên was awakened by a | |
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gentle touch on her shoulder. Turning,
she saw her
grandfather. He brushed her long dark hair away from
her
face. “I’ve been a foolish man,” he said softly. “Because of
my
pride, I have refused to speak to your father when I
should
be thankful.”
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Thi Liên could not think
of any reason that they should | |
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be thankful. Their home was probably full of water by now.
They were living in cramped conditions with many other
families.
And the rain was still falling!
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“I don’t understand,”
she said slowly. | |
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“Here we have shelter from the
rain and more than | |
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enough food,” Grandfather explained. “Others are living in
rescue camps or sleeping in makeshift shelters quickly built
from whatever they can find to protect them from the
weather.
Some people’s homes have been completely washed
away. We don’t know
whether our home is still standing, but
it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we are safe and
together.” |
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Thi Liên studied her
grandfather’s expression. In his | |
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eyes she could see his profound sense of
gratitude.
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“Will you ever speak to
Father again?” she asked. | |
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“Of course I will,” he assured
her. “In fact, I think I’ll go | |
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over right now and tell him how foolish I’ve been.”
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Thi Liên watched as
Grandfather walked to the table | |
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where Father was seated. After
exchanging a few words,
Grandfather sat down across from his
son.
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Off in the distance, a
ray of sunlight broke through the | |
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clouds. |
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