My life really began in 1975, when my adoptive Mother came to collect me from a Sydney based hospital, plucking me from a pile of malnourished, shaven headed and silent orphan babies. She gave me love and life.
The orphaned babies had all been airlifted from Saigon in April 1975, as the end of the Vietnam War began. We were part of a huge effort by the American, Australian and British governments to 'save' as many of the children orphaned by the war. They named this Operation Babylift.
Most of the babies were without names or any type of official documentation. I was known as 'Thi Phouc'. Thi is Girl and Phouc is Blessings or Luck.