They are two brothers. Forty-three years ago, when they were five and six-years-old, their family became refugees after the Vietnam war, floating on a boat in Southeast Asia, not knowing where they would land and where their next meal was. They were lucky to land in the refugee camp in Hong Kong.
Five years later they were relocated to America and Texas became their home. The two brothers loved each other growing up, each looking out for the other and together overcoming difficulties. After their father died, they continued to expand their father’s little restaurant into two restaurants and one grocery store in the next decade. However their relationship started to deteriorate after they each got married. The two wives didn’t like each other; the interests of the two families clash; the allocation of labor and money in dispute. Finally they had to split the business, which they didn’t want to do but have to. The split was acrimonious, each considering the other getting the better hand.
Inevitably one of the brothers ran the business better than the other, which made one brother too proud and the other too jealous. When will they ever forgive each other and reconcile? Sigh.