It’s been a few days since full moon. But people here in HCMC still burn incense and ceremonial money for the dead, most particularly, for deceasedmothers. Meanwhile, there is a class of women entrepreneurs who don’t mind drink you under the table, drive to work and in every aspect, personify the softer side of Saigon.
There is a list of richest women published yearly, from real estate to private university, and everything in between.
So, it’s either the upper crust, or those who sell lottery tickets in the rain.
Vietnamese lit often depicts mothers as stern but strong : handling everything in the back room, yet giving credits to their husbands, who mainly serve as greeters. We got the Trung sisters, and Ms Trieu who fought the Chinese invaders.
A new class of single moms have emerged to shoulder all burdens of modern life.
I took my…
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