In the Dark

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When the sun sets in Cambodia… (2005)

In honor of Father’s Day, a conversation with Ba.

Sept. 13, 2006

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Deep, navy sky surrounded us.  Only the reflection of the moon and a peep of light gleamed from inside the house.

“Ba, do you want the light on?” I asked.  To keep the house smelling new (and less likewhat we’re eating), we always grilled and fried all our food outdoors.

“It’s okay,” he replied.  Blue flames danced underneath the wok.  He poured in the oil to coat the bottom of the pan.

How can you see what you’re cooking? I wondered.  But I didn’t say anything, just watched my dad as he worked his magic.  His wrist moved the spatula around like a magician’s wand, evenly browning each piece of garlic.

“During the Khmer Rouge… it was just like this.  Every night, you do what you can, by the light of the moon.  No other light.  That’s it,” Ba began.

I envisioned my dad fleeing through the black night of Cambodia, escaping death.  No compass.  No map.  No directions.  Only the sun, the moon, and a heart destined for freedom.  How did he survive? How on earth did he make it here, alive? Continue reading

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How He Loves

With eager anticipation, I rushed to the airport to depart for my trip, a reunion with good friends.  But things did not go as planned.

In seconds, minutes, hours, all my excitement plummeted into disappointment. My flight was delayed. I was rescheduled onto a different flight. I missed my connection anyway. I was stranded in a foreign city.  Customer service was not helpful. My hotel was expensive. My late dinner grew cold because I was too busy fighting the vending machine that ate my dollar.

But the next morning, the sun shined. Finally…

S.H.E. reunion

a long awaited reunion with my girlfriends

S.H.E. reunion…! It had been over a year since Continue reading

When Snow Melts

It is the brunt of February.  The once soft snow, is now rock hard. It clings to the curbs, refusing to melt. Fierce winds blow, piercing my face like a thousand needle pricks. Each second, I shiver, feeling colder and colder.

But inwardly, my heart is warm. As I walk through this storm, God is with me.

I can’t see Him clearly.  When I breathe out the cold air, condensation fogs up my glasses and my vision becomes hazy.

But He sees me.

And He knows.

I have much to be thankful for.

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“What happens when snow melts?

It becomes spring.”

– Kana, in Takaya’s Fruits Basket