A pink lotus, just for you.
My lovely Pink Lotus...the preliminary hearing has ended. Your father sentenced to life behind bars, a punishment he deserves for his evil crimes. Your grandfather's hearing continues in two weeks and I believe he will face the same outcome.
Pink Lotus was visited by her mother and grandmother after the hearing. Bother of them led her to school this morning, where she proudly wore her new uniform
I met her for the first time at an old brick kiln. She was a little girl, and surprised me by showing me of all the pictures of lotus flowers hanging on the walls of her small room.
On the day I went to pick her up to come live with the OBV family, she looked up at me and said 'I stayed up last night waiting for you'. And she gave me some origami stars. I wondered how she could still be so full of energy, so full of life, and have such a colourful and positive outlook for her future.
Some volunteers visited OBV house a few days ago. The house is currently under remodeling, and was in complete disarray -- construction equipment and tools, bricks, cement and their mixers, sand....everything was everywhere. This month, my schedule was also thrown out the window, all my time and energy was put towards the completion of these works.
From afar, two ladies wholeheartedly donated their time and energy to teach our kids to make 3D jelly molds.
It was an activity scheduled for the entire weekend, with the first day starting bright and early at 8am, and wrapping up at 5pm. It was a little overcrowded, as a few of the girls were our OBV girls from Cambodia, many of them visiting the Motherland of Vietnam for the first time. Both the instructors and trainees took on this task enthusiastically. With the orders pouring in, there was no time for a break. They took a quick lunch and launched right back into it. Our board member, Phuong, worked to ensure orders were placed and even more importantly, that they were made.
It was a day of horrific storms, that we made our way to the ends of the world to their house. Two sisters, both victims of sexual abuse. Immediately, we worked to get their paperwork in order, so that we could bring them home. That was nearly 6 years ago.
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In addition to all the face time through Skype, and phone to speak and motivate the children at the OBV house, Dad often crossed thousands of kilometers away from the United States to Vietnam and Cambodia to meet the children directly. It was announced day that Dad would visit his children.
Marked in the calendar to pick up Dad at 10:30 as the plane will land at the Phnom Penh-Cambodia.
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Recently, a social psychologist told me: “In all kinds of organization, warm shelter is the most serious one”. When I asked why he said that, he told me some difficulties we might have in managing warm shelters.
Some kids got out of warm shelter and turned to crime. Some kids did not try to be nicer, just like before getting into our house. Although he told me that, I still remained calm. It wasn’t because I was inactive but because I’ve got a belief. I believe that there are lots of helpful people surrounding us. Especially, I believe that God will be always with us. In conclusion, I know that our House – House of God – is different from other Houses – Houses of people.
Dear Dad, do you know how lucky us kids are?! On that day, without you, who knows where we'd be right now. You've brought to us a ray of warmth and hope, a small family, and happiness that cannot be measured. You've given our self confidence back, so we can take those first steps forward into the real world.
We're thinking of you today, Dad. All the memories we have of you working hard to raise money for us to make sure we have a good life; of you rewarding us when we study hard and get good grades, all the things you've taught us, and everything you've done to be a positive influence for us.
It was not my first visit to OBV, but tonight was a special and remarkable one for me.
After a storm passed through Saigon, dumping water across the whole town and turning the streets into what looked like branches of a river, and more than 3 hours on a bus (a trip that would've taken 1 hour and 45 minutes normally), I arrived at the gates of OBV's house. Everybody could see how wet and exhausted I was from the journey.
The children had already come back from school; some were preparing dinner, while others were taking care of their personal hygiene. All of them were chirping to welcome me. Some ran off to get me some warm water, and a towel. Others ran in the other direction to prepare a room for me, while others told me to "quickly take a warm bath before I got sick". How absolutely sweet these children could be, and suddenly, all my tiredness, my worries and stress were left behind at the front gate.
Entering the dormitory at the end of the day, watching shadows bounce off the walls, I couldn't see see anything at first, but I could hear her greeting -- a little girl that I had picked up last week. The clear voice came from a small figure with a joyful smile.
Her life had been nothing.
One thing after another
Adding to her grief
A father who rejected her at birth.