The Other Side Of Family
I can’t tell you the name of this man. Nor can I tell you the name of his children. We talked about many things that day, some very dark, other’s passing and eventually joking about life. The children are lucky, they are born past the Khmer Rouge generation, whom the vast majority lost a part or most of their family. They’re not old enough to comprehend what happened, but they know about it and they know that it was something evil. And why should I be asking any questions about it? I love the tatoo’s on his chest.