Princess Leia entered into our life and turned it to a new page

Our family life never felt the same after Liam, our blond Maine Coon cat, had been returned to his first adopted family in Lexington in the summer of 2024. We returned him so that we can downsize from a 4-bedroom house in Campbellsville, KY, to a 2-bedroom apartment in Bowling Green where J1 was attending the Gatton Academy for gifted students in math and science and where D opened his financial planning office serviced by Commonwealth. We also wanted Liam to be united with his first adoptive “mother” and with the other cats living in her house. He had been restless, trying to leave the house on several occasions, and had shown a longing for being around more creatures like him towards the end of his stay with us. In Lexington, he ended up being reunited with his brother and old friends, which made us happy although we were sad about not having him with us.

During that gap year in Bowling Green without Liam, we were extremely busy going through many kinds of transition. We were also in the midst of the preparation for our big move east. D especially was under tremendous stress due to the threat of lawsuit from the evil Edward Jones Investments while simultaneously working extra hard to retain good clients so that we would have income. I and especially D suppressed any nostalgic emotion we might have had about Liam or our previous stable existence in our cottage on High Street.

Liam’s absence was finally and acutely felt after we have settled into our townhouse in Smithfield, Rhode Island. D felt it the most, I believe, because he always feels very attached to pets whereas I am more attached to people in general. I did not grow up with pets in my original family in Vietnam, which conditions me not to feel a need for and a strong bond with domestic animals. Liam changed all that as he restored me back to good health and humor during my seasonal illness bout that autumn when he came to us. Not only did he spend time keeping each of us company everyday but his presence, innocence and playfulness contributed immensely to the coziness in our cottage on High Street. We simply adored him–his good looks, charm and sweetness.

Liam’s absence partly led to D’s depression leading partly to the near breakup of our marriage. As our relationship was on the mend in May, we adopted Leia. Three days after she entered our house in Smithfield, our life together turned to another page, a fresh new page showing “writings” of renewal and new domestic joys. Thanks to Leia, this new chapter of our life, when both our kids are much older and we are officially in middle age, promises a return to cozy conviviality in our home and hearts. Although Leia is not as fluffy and innocent as Liam, she is equally playful, cuddly and affectionate with intelligent eyes.

A love poem

I wrote this for my husband, David, who has been with me through thick and thin for over 25 years. Our friendship and marriage are the best things that have happened to me in my adult life.

I may not know what love is
A philosopher calls it "friendship set to music"
A writer calls it "a winged bird" that soars
I am contemplating my own definition of this eternally elusive but also the most beautiful thing.
I know that my admiration for you is boundless,
that my respect for you profound.
I have had the front-row seat to witnessing how much you have cared, worked and sacrificed for me, us and humanity.
Oh, how I wish for only good things for us!
I wish that we would always walk together through pleasant meadows filled with pretty wildflowers.
I wish that we would always sail together on calm sea with favorable wind.
I wish that we would always exist in the light.
Alas, it is not so, my love!
At times, our love is like a delicate flower trying to survive in a rocky terrain in hellish weather that bends to destroy every living thing,
or like a fragile small bird struggling to find food in the dead of winter,
or like a stumbling creature in such despairing darkness that he sees naught and has naught to hold on to.
Sorry that I have focused too much on the darkness,
that I have dwelled too long in my own pains
To show you how deeply I care about you and all your struggles, about us, our home and our family.
To show you that I am still your girl
I'm still that girl that danced with you on that small piece of newspaper in Chukamol,
who chooses to stay every single time she feels like running away.
I know, by nature, I'm not patient,
but I cannot help how I am made.
I am still that girl who walked with you by the sea on our first date.
I have always cared about you and all your struggles
And I will keep caring,
For I am still your girl
who wants to follow you around everywhere.