My mom shook her shaman’s cymbal-like bells and began chanting while standing on top of her wooden bench. Nyob zoo, koj tuaj los. (Hello, welcome.) I greeted the guests at our door with a warm smile. The males entered in and walk straight to the main living space, shaking each of the other males’ hand in the room. While the females walked awkwardly into the kitchen, standing still asking what sort of work needs to...
