My Grandma often reminisced about her time as the Saigon Ministry of Education secretary before 1975, during the era when Saigon was under U.S. support. She spoke wistfully of poetic scenes in Saigon, from Duy Tan Park to the lush greenery of Gia Long: “There were moments of whimsy along the southern roads, where golden flowers would suddenly bloom on quiet street corners. Just a little ache fills the heart, bringing back a flood of past memories.”