I really wanted to escape from that little girl. But it seems to me that the picture didn't let me go.
I got burned by napalm, and I became a victim of war.
I wished I died in that attack with my cousin, with my south Vietnamese soldiers. I wish I died at that time so I won't suffer like that anymore... it was so hard for me to carry all that burden with that hatred, with that anger and bitterness.
I have a husband and a new life and want to be normal like everyone else.
In war time, nowhere is safe.
I hated myself. I hated people who made war. I hated people who were normal. I envied them. I wish I would be normal.
I have two boys, so I don't want any more child to suffer like me.
I love my scars. It reminds me where I come from.
I did not think that I could marry or have any children because of my burns. But now I have a wonderful husband, a lovely child and a happy family, thank God.
We should work together to be of peace and happiness for all people in all nations.
There's such a connection between Vietnam and America, but it should be one of friendship. Not bitterness. Not enemies.
I had a lot of pity for myself. But I could concentrate more on my studies as a result.
God used me that day. Even though so much of my body was burned, my feet were not burned, and so I could run out and be there for that photo. It saved a lot of souls and brought an end to the war.
I do not want to talk about the war, because I cannot change history.
My parents gave me life, but the doctors gave me life again.
People can learn the tragedy of war from me.
I want to give back all the love and care that I have received over the years from so many people.
As a child, I loved to climb on the tree, like a monkey.
I just wish one day I am free from pain.
Through my experiences, I was living with anger and hatred, which was a really bad thing for me. Then I learned how to forgive, and it freed me from hatred and helped me a lot.
