Cecile Pin

“I didn't know that my culture had fashioned the shape of my mourning; I didn't know that my grief could be improper.”
― Cecile Pin, Wandering Souls

“In the years to come, Thi Anh would let the harrowing memories of the boat and the camp trickle out of her until they were nothing but a whisper. But she would hold on to that last evening with all her might, from the smell of the steaming rice in the kitchen to the touch of her mother’s skin as she embraced her for the last time.”
― Cecile Pin, Wandering Souls