Her Little Heart Scream
One day, my sister came home late from school. Therefore, I would have to walk to Cambodian school alone. Holding my book walking across the parking lot to the pagoda, a man in a black T-shirt and jean, long hair up to his shoulder, thick and muscular body was shot in the head by a Vietnamese guy right in front of me. His eyes was open wide, blood drooling from his mouth and he drop dead on the ground. The Vietnamese guy point a gun right at me and my eyes was open wide shaking all over. A few groups of guys ran after him therefore he ran away. Another group storms in and start shooting back and fourth. I was screaming stomping my leg to the ground crying for my dad. My dad was waiting for my older sister at the bus stop and he saw what happen and ran to help me. But a strange man picked me up and seek for safety.
I remember reaching my arm for my dad as bullet flying across us. My dad ducked behind the car and I was screaming hitting the man back to let go of me so I could run to my dad. He didn’t let go and hid me behind a tree wrapping his arm around me and cover my mouth. After everything was silent, the strange man took me to the pagoda and tell my Buddhist teacher that he found me in the parking almost getting killed by few gangs. My Cambodian teacher say okay and I ran to hug him. I was really scared crying…and feeling uneasy. Shaking all over unable to study. My Buddhist monk teacher call my mom that I arrive to class and my dad has been verified that I was safe at the pagoda. Every time I close my eyes…I see the man face…shot dead.
My dad came to pick me up and walked home right after class and saw my sister home from school. I went in my room and take a shower. I started to cry after I see what I saw and I started to hate life. I hate people, I hate killing, I hate crime, I hate violence…just everything that was evolved in my mind. Flash back came into sight seeing a man running from somewhere shot dead behind his head and a pregnant woman killed by her husband. Then I saw this man shot in front of me while walking to Cambodian school was even worst that trigger me to hate life even more.
My heart scream after seeing so much at a very young age, my small heart ache and asking for a better life. I beg God to help me and get away from this horrible place but my prayer has never been answered….
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