So my supervising teacher is Hmong and a refugee.
Apparantly when he was 1 his father was killed during the Secret War.
At 4 his mother carried him and his younger sister 30 miles through the jungle at night across a river during a monsoon to Thailand.
Now apparantly Hmong are often polgmous or at least they were in the old country. So his mom was the second wife and when it came time to get the visas there was only room for seven people on the visa. And the first wife took priority and so borrowed his mom's name and stole her visa. Not to be deterred the feisty mother of my supervising teacher applied for a visa using the name of a aunt who had recently died.
Refugee stories are always frightning and inspiring.