You fling open the shower curtain and frantically dry yourself, hoping to dress before the goosebumps send the cold into your bones. "Maybe tonight," you think as you brush your teeth, "you will find that mythical person to drive away the demons that haunt you as you sleep."

So this crazy man on her back, asking her hysterically, repeatedly, what she was laughing about, would never understand. She politely tried to stifle her giggles so as not to offend him. But this made him even more angry.

She doesn't belong to this world today. She can't think or feel. Still this routine is part of her small world. Will she be able to leave this behind for a mysterious country that is a thousand of miles away from Vietnam?

Zita watched her grandmother. She watched her grandmother's cheeks flush and her lips move and saw the way her Grandma took to studying the backs of her hands, as if an answer could be found there. She saw that her question sent her Grandma way, way back and, judging from the look on her face, where she was right then wasn't a pleasant place.