Blog 190:
Uprooted from makeshift homes
They plant new seeds away from bustling Phnom Penh
Pruning their folk dancing skills
While living side by side, day-by-day
With new and old faces
Children of Light - they themselves name
Children of tears and pain
Children of fathers and mothers long dead
Children of parents who abandoned them
Children of ill-taken, shunned, poor
Children of challenged minds and hearts
Children of resilience, tenacity, courage
They nurse one another's hurts
Through play and giggles
Through shared bowls of rice
Through hearts of compassion
Until they somehow forget even for short periods
That they once were unrecognized, unloved by one or all
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