Muy Th’ngay

And so my journey ends.

I have seen the sleaze of Phnom Penh,
the dreams of the Cambodian Youths,
the majesty of the Angkor Temples,
the dances of the Apsaras,
And the hopes of the Mekong River;

I have heard the chortles of the Battambang girls,
the weeping of the Killing Fields,
the chants of the Ta Prhom Monestry,
the rebuttals of the Sihanoukville Traffic,
And the echos of the Silver Pagoda;

Yet the greatest of these fond memories lies in a simple conversation.

Me (to older orphan): Can you tell him (Sulamon) I am going home and this is goodbye?

Older Orphan (in Khmer): xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Sulamon (in Khmer): xxxxxxxx

Me: What did he tell you?

Older Orphan: He said, “Can you tell father not to go please?”

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