Today I learned that my Viet mother collapsed in a Lowe’s parking lot and laid there with broken ribs for more than an hour. No one helped.

It’a hard naming my thoughts about being a Southeast Asian woman in this newly visible, not-new “#StopAsianHate“ conversation. A thread🧵:

https://twitter.com/ItsAngelaVo/status/1380558774595899399

i don’t often share so personally w folks like this. um terrifying. how do y’all do this?! would love to hear if anything resonates w you or sits with you. if i don’t change my mind and delete this 😳

Last night, I couldn’t sleep. The other day my mom texted me that she’d fallen, fractured her ribs but otherwise okay. I texted, checked in, felt sad but otherwise didn’t think too much based on what she shared. Today, I heard the rest. She had donated blood & ran errands. Loading her truck w gardening soil, suddenly she found herself flat on the hot asphalt in a Lowe’s parking lot.