Silent Tears on Plastic Chairs

I cried. I sat there in my seat with tears in my eyes. It wasn’t even a sad story. It was a happy story. It was the story of Svay Pak’s redemption. I haven’t even been to the village of Svay Pak. Yet I still cried. There was my nation, Cambodia, on...

Fried rice

Tonight my daddy took me to a Thai restaurant and I had the best fried rice I have ever had in my life. It reminded me of this day, back in 2009, in Cambodia: It was our last night in Cambodia before we went to Thailand, and I had folded the napkin into an origami...

Survivor syndrome

Sometimes I wonder if those kids I played with in that slum are still alive. I wonder what their life is like. I wonder what they are doing now. I wonder what their lives could be if someone was there for them, if generosity prevailed, if they were born in a...