It was not until 2008 that I have decided to look into Khmer Rouge history. I read the book: Side Show. I was humbled and moved with emotions that I didn't know I could manifest from my heart. I bawl out loud filled with grief pain for what took place in Thailand boarder and Cambodia. I believe my heart was tender for about at least one full year. I shed tears in my bed, at work and when I'm driving. I also learn about the Hmong's people being hunted down by the Vietnamese soldiers because they had helped the US military. I'm a lucky and unlucky boy. Lucky, because I'm the only one of my family made it to the USA in 1977. Unlucky, because I and education did not see each other eye to eye. At one point of my boyhood life I did have a real zeal to go to school. I continue to struggle learning the English language to this very day. I have heard about the book: First they my killed my Father for awhile, know I know who the author is. Her English skill is much better than mine.

Most beautiful, passionate, impactful recollection of childhood ever made in human history.

She is a great woman who dared to express her experience. Among millions of Cambodian people who lost relatives.

At 07:43, "... and all that I could feel at that moment was rage and anger and sadness ..." -- Loung Ung's story made tears creeping to my eyes. # I have met a number of mature-aged Cambodians over the years, and talked with them a few times. Every time, after a while, when the past was brought up, they always, always cried.