CAMPAIGN AGAINST  CHILD SEX EXPLOITATION AND TRAFFICKING

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Sunday, 24 May 2015 00:00

The fine line between two fates

I originally intended to write a story about one girl, allow me to name her Lan*, long time ago, however, I did not know how to put it into words because I believed that I was a part of it. It is not easy for me to admit it was my fault and failure not to save a life at risk when I had a chance to hold her hands tight, which still makes me deeply regret. More specifically, if I had been more sensitive and decisive, there would have not been such tragedy things that you are about to read; if I had led her to another living condition, she could have not had to live with a sadistic monster who is also her father.

I used to be very happy when I looked back my achievements such as our children are wise, and were recovered intact. They have grown up; have studied well and have had good jobs.

I used to be very happy when our adopted children were in the same household book with me. A family has full of caring, sharing and happiness. When they were back to their parents, they usually call me to ask how I was that day, or to ask for an advice if they are facing difficulties.

I used to be expected that my children's future will be good. They will be independent. They will have their own families/children and they will be happy.

However, no one raises their child perfectly without difficulties in their lives.

Sister Ngoc and the new children

These days of March, project staffs of OBV went with Sister Ngoc to visit and consult 3 victims' families of child sex exploitation. A five-hundred-kilometer road trip, we had to go 3 times to be successful in persuading their families to let them live in OBV Family. Due to the specific characteristic of each area, there were only 2 children can come to OBV Family, another one will be helped by project staff to carry out the procedures because until now she did not have any personal papers to prove that she is ...Vietnamese.

Sunday, 17 May 2015 00:00

Missed a Wife - Got The Children

The day my father was released from the prison, I was 11 years old - When my father went back home from farming, my mother prepared clothes in bathroom for him.

I came to the US when I was 17 years old. Along with busy days, my mother still kept doing the same stuff! If she was busy, she would tell me to do it!

The dream of a 17-year-old boy was that someday I could have a wife like.. my mother!

Then I was on "race of dating" in hope to find that woman!

I thought I found her - (in spite of being a little bit slow, she was not as feisty as my mother!) and I was really happy!!!

Tuesday, 28 April 2015 00:00

Lives in the dark

Hello everyone!

How are you? I have some questions for you:

- Do you like the darkness?
- Can the light make you happy?
- Does your house ever have a power cut?
- Are you afraid of the dark?
- What do you think when there is no light?
- What could you do in the darkness?