Our church facilitated several families getting to the US from Burma several years back. Many families have been part of our church now and are just as much family as anyone. Some of the sweetest people you could ever meet. Some try something they think westernized that sound odd to us. May June, Monday Htu, March Green. I think it reflects days/times they were born. Some keep their traditional names. Blah Po, Wa Wa, Blak Say Wa, Say Moo and Say Gai (two sisters). But one lady is named Poo Poo.
After we helped a few they wanted to say with us instead of us helping them start a church. Don't know how many times I heard, "No, no. We came to America, we learn to be American and speak English." No easy task for mostly rural village folk with with little education as we would see it. Most now have decent jobs and even own their own houses. So nice to see them overcome such massive cultural hurdles and do well. I recall one young mother we heard had health problems and we helped get her and her three boys here. A couple years ago she was granted citizenship. It was amazing to see how happy she was to officially be an American. I'll never forget it.
By the way, they have and love some crazy hot sauce. Then they have stuff that will peel paint just by removing the lid! Their little kids love the stuff! They also enjoy Thunderbirds!