CAMPAIGN AGAINST  CHILD SEX EXPLOITATION AND TRAFFICKING

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Monday, 29 September 2014 00:00

My First Task

The two girls, their grandparents and mother.

Dear Readers! I am glad to be able to write this article about my first task since joining OBV, namely to take care of two girls. They are sisters, both very cute and lovable. The fatherless house – due to the parents' divorce – consisted of a mother and her two daughters. While the father left to live with another woman, the girls lived with the mother, who was always drunk and shouting profanities, known in the neighborhood for wandering off on the streets and regularly beating the children.

Monday, 08 September 2014 00:00

A Thank You Note

The teacher and all the kids in elementary

So gone are those hot, humid sweltering summer days with continuous rain in July. There was a time for beginning and also time for an end, as we reached the end of our English semester. Today is the day of our farewell party with our beloved teacher Ms. Diem Van – a volunteer who came all the way from the U.S to help teach us English.

She came and stay with us at the beginning of June. The initial moment of surprise and shyness quickly went away because your teacher is a young lady who quickly blended in and adapted with the group easily. The class were divided into two, the older kids study on the odd days while the younger kids study on the even days.

Wednesday, 03 September 2014 00:00

Nothing left in life - Final

Choked by emotions, Loan could not continue. Thu joined her friend's tears. The two embraced each other and wept bitterly. Their sorrows embarrassed and he chastised his thoughtless comment.

If the girls quit what they were doing, how will they live? Absorbed by his thought, Tuan suddenly hatched an idea. Why don't I take the girls back to the refugee camp? The camp will provide for their physical needs, while offering a chance for the girls to connect with other decent people. Delighted by this conclusion, Tuan suggested:

- Why don't you come to the refugee camp with me?

Monday, 01 September 2014 00:00

Nothing left in life – Part 3

- I mean if you don't mind, sir, I would like to hear your story

Tuan wiped away his tears and related:

- My story... well it's really not worth mentioning. I've been volunteering at a Vietnamese refugee camp near here. Oh! Come to think of it, you've never told me your name. My name is Tuan, and yours?

- Thu, my name is Thu.

Friday, 05 September 2014 00:00

Waiting For You to Bloom

You are a kind, beautiful girl with a nice warm smile that will light up any room you walk into.....But many years ago, there was no smile on your face. Life was so cruel when it took your own mother away and leaving you behind all alone in this cruel world. You lived in a house with 4 men, they are heartless and barbaric men, who abused you and took advantage of you, didn't matter if you are a stranger or family member.

You came to OBV when you were almost 16 with an immense pain that no words can describe. Because you are too kind hearted, you seemed gullible, naïve and weak but just because you were merely looking for some understanding, some protection and some tender loving care from the people that you know as well as strangers.