CAMPAIGN AGAINST  CHILD SEX EXPLOITATION AND TRAFFICKING

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Sunday, 23 July 2017 21:21

Learning a New Skill

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.

Wednesday, 19 July 2017 00:46

The Steps Taken

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.

Tuesday, 27 June 2017 03:45

Remember you, Dad

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.

Tuesday, 13 June 2017 19:32

A Special Evening

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.

Surprise. Happiness.

Her life had been nothing.

One thing after another

Adding to her grief

A father who rejected her at birth.