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TO MY UNCLE
Theavy Ong
Unfortunately my
way of thinking has become somewhat unclear or maybe too clear. The ways I view
the world. I believe that every country has it own tragedy. For example the
United States of America had slavery, Israel had the Holocaust and Cambodia has
this, and I believe that this is the Holocaust just like the Jew’s so maybe
somehow history does repeat itself, despite the different parts of the world we
live in. (Could you imagine: how crowded the world is, if everyone is agreed.)
Yes, some times I wonder what it would be like if there was no war and what it
would be like if my parents were still alive, as well as my brother and sister.
How my life would be different from what it is now. My daughter Jordyn sometimes
asks me why I don’t have a Mom or a Dad like the rest of her friends’ parents.
Then I proceed to try to explain to her what happened to her grandparents and
this is very hard. It is sad knowing that my daughter and son will never get a
chance to know their grandparents and that I will never get to see my parents
again. You know what the saddest part is? I can only vaguely remember them
myself. I was about 5 years old when they died. There is this strange thought as
I remember when my parents were buried. I have this thought or maybe imagination
that they were pretending that they were dead, so they could be buried and then
dig this underground tunnel that would lead them to another world and they would
return to retrieve me and my sister.
PS: I don’t believe that justice is enough
for what had happened to my family. No justice in the world will bring my family
back. We should be asking ourselves how we as human beings can prevent this from
happening again.
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