I fear I look too much like my mother– hair too black, bones too fragile a face that chillingly resembles the woman on TV with bloodstained temples her face unrecognizable after the attack a face half hidden behind a paper-thin mask to assure them that we mean no harm (in case you don’t notice we are unarmed) I fear I look nothing like my mother– eyes too round, nose too pointed a face that only vaguely resembles the women of Da Nang in their family temples a city unrecognizable after the attacks a horror half hidden behind history’s mask to assure us that they meant no harm (in case you didn’t notice, we were unarmed)