This was a beautiful
poem. Everything about the way Thanhha Lai shares her story rings genuinely heartbreaking. When she shows us Vietnam through the eyes of Ha, with her temper and her sharp innocence, the family portrait that's unwrapped before us is one that is lightly and lovingly sketched, even amidst the confusion that surrounds Ha in this immediately post-Saigon setting. You promptly understand the depth of Ha's brothers and mother and father and neighbors and their emotions with the placing of a handful of phrases each, even while Ha is just discovering this. For me this was profound -- as an author, Lai shows how simple it could be to peer into one other's emotions, even in a scary or unpredictable world.