On Monday two of the girls on my team and I were sitting outside under the mango tree and a moto pulled into the yard. It was a couple and their three daughters. Two of the daughters got off the moto and the mom got off holding the other daughter. I watch as the mom walks over and begins talking to the other kids in Khmer (their language) and I see the mom begin to walk away and one of the kids tells her to wait and runs to get her mom (Sopia) who is in the kitchen. As Sopia comes out the mom talks to her for a couple minutes and she turns and walks back to the moto, talks with her husband for a minute and gets back on the moto with only the little girl she’d be holding and they leave. Leaving the 2 other girls behind. As I see all of this happening and realize what is happening I began to ask one of the kids if these girls would be living here and she answers “yes”. In that moment I could only think of what must be going through these 2 girls’ minds as their parents just left them. This is a very common thing here and as I look at the girls I ask their names and hug them. This became the new ministry God had given me this week. To focus on loving these girls, to play with them, to laugh with them. Even with the language barrier between us and the girls they still have opened up so much. I will miss these sweet girls so much when I leave.
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This is Chanrom, the youngest of the two new girls.
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This is Chanroth, the oldest of the two new girls.
