In coming to Melbourne in 2016, I ran into trouble with a share house where a flatmate was an ice addict.
A refugee family gave me a stable home environment while I looked for work. Bà Đặng Thị Kim Hoa was the matriarch of the family. She was a good woman, of strong character. She had married a teacher in Vietnam, raised her children during a time of civil war, and prospered.
On meeting her for the first time, she gave me a character test, which I think I passed. It was important, because I was sharing a house with two of her grandchildren. Everyone dies, but not everyone lives. Bà Đặng Thị Kim Hoa was an exceptional person I will remember to the end of my days.
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