Bien Hoa city didn’t bring me any special string of memory until I dropped in on Be Tho orphanage. Stretching along were troublesome lanes and old slums, thus the two-hour struggling past hard traffic. In my hometown, the fact that there are still many poor families who live with immense hard rice fields and a difficult condition stands for a studious and preserving land. The strange thing is that there are still a lot of people in need in the heart of such a modern and beautiful city; which was engraved into my own feelings, making me more quiet, looking child faced tranquilly.
It bears the name of a kindergarten, the school for homeless children. They are full of all ages. Some could not speak, and used their hands to communicate; some could express their thought in simple sentences; some were regarded as the most normal ones, getting much evaluating reward from school. Wow, one said that he was studying at the Police University in Hanoi. Guess what, you could doubt the value of this statement but not his dream! However different they are, they were all like big blooming flowers, and smiled with us all time.
I also got to know many friends that day. One of the closest little friends was Kiet who was able to sing out evolutionary songs, and the baby in my arms. My American friends, on the other hand, had their own special way of reaching out the poor that I never forget. They took turns to make short speeches, sang, danced, and gave out small gifts eagerly and professionally.
Heading out Ho Chi Minh City, each of us, Hotpot members and our foreign friends, saved our own stories already. Rachel and Aden seemed to be the quietest of all, perhaps because they were so happy!
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