“Hey Robbie! That house looks empty, and it’s nice, too! It also has large trees around it! Our kids will love it!”
Janella identified with me by sharing a funny story, which I will attempt to retell.
As I wrote in my last article, we have mixed emotions about leaving Surin.
Why don’t I cry much? Brain damage! Or so I’ve been told.
About 20 years ago when I was in academy, a friend of mine articulated something that struck me as very true.
Phii Seng and Phii Porn are the son and daughter-in-law of our church member Paa Keesara.
Alina and JJ say “Thank you!”
I’m not an extrovert, and on that Sabbath morning I felt stressed.
It was Sabbath afternoon at the church. Pa La had come with her two grandsons, Doramon, an eight-year-old autistic boy, and Mita, who was five.
“You can’t escape from me!” Mr. K said to Gop. He had tried enticing her with money and slipping drugs into her drink, but nothing had worked.