Love Unconditional

Love Unconditional

A man reaches out for his daughter’s small hands at a brick factory north of Phnom Penh. I am not sure whether her hearing was as impaired as the father’s. The noise was dreadful, high pitched and thumping at the same time, from the mud compressors; pushing bricks out in long raw rows. In this place, I saw love without expectations, without disappointment. It was unconditional. Like the environment around it.

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