This story has a beautiful happy ending.
My dad was a young pioneer. He was our explorer in the family. It was him that coordinated the underground operation to flee vietnam in the middle of the night but it was a 3 years worth of planning. My story is long but I'll just cut to the chase.
Once we landed in atlanta, he will still a pioneer as he was able to work and saved up his coins to buy himself a brand new 79 red hot camero z28. He then made his mission to help the family finding other relatives and neighbors in the family. He drove from atlanta to narleans that one summer and he came back with the good news that there was a big viet community in narleans and it harbors a bunch of people that the family knows in vn. He had to moved there right away. With the first waves of connection of the first degree, we were able to find other people. My dad did not stop there, he branched out to the OC as he heard that there were more vietnamese people there. We then moved to california and here is where we stopped cuz there is no more room or land going west to explore.
A fire starts with a spark. IT is all it is needed to help solve an unsolved mystery.