She had dreamed to be an artist since she was a child, painting beautiful pictures for her family. Watching her describe her dreams, waves of sorrow stirred within me. The agony washed over me completely.
By 12.30pm, we arrived at a motel room, where we met with a young mother, her 12 year old daughter and 10 year old son, who both quickly scurried into the bathroom at the sight of strangers. Their step father had be prosecuted. The mother happily allowed her daughter to join OBV in Saigon. This particular girl had dreamed of going to school. She was still in the first grade, despite being 12 years old.
My heart cramped.
At 3.00pm, we walked across two small bridges and followed an old dirt path, winding deep into the fields, finally arriving at a small house where two elderly grandparents lived with the 10 year old granddaughter. She was 5 weeks pregnant. The 38-year old monster who inflicted his upon her had been, thankfully, imprisoned. The little girl and her grandmother followed us to join the OBV family, where her dreams of a brighter future and healthier life would be fulfilled.
Their sorrow emanated through me, as tears rolled down my face.
Our bus started the long journey back to Saigon, although this time it was filled with joyful laughs, as the families looked forward to a brighter future.
Thank you God, and everybody.
April 12, 2017
By Thien Toan Vu
Translated by Jacqueline Huynh and Mr. Phung. From FB of Thien Toan vu