MY ISLAND HOME: DONKHO
I hadn’t stood on Mekong riverbank in Saphay looking over to Donkho since our last visit in 2000. It might be 1980, the year that we left Donkho, my island home, my birthplace.
Back then, the river was our playground. We ran barefoot on sandbars, fished with homemade nets, and hunted grasshoppers in the dry fields or nearby islands. Donkho’s soil gave us everything: rice, sweet potatoes, beans, watermelons, herbs, vegetables any at all.
When the tide dropped, the river revealed its secrets—rocks, beaches, hidden pools—and we’d explore them like adventurers.
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