He listens for
the baseball scores,
closing values of the Dow,
the chance of rain.
We knew the Red Pathet Lao, communist soldiers, would be coming to kill us. To them, we were traitors. We had to leave our homeland. The only place we could go was Thailand. It was a two-week walk through the jungle, the lowlands and then across the wide Mekong River. The dark emptiness filled us all as we prepared to leave. We gathered up food, clothing, and some weapons, and strapped our bundles to our backs. Some of us carried two bundles with the others strapping on the babies and the small children.Read More
When he was finally about to leave and head back to his room, he thought this might be a good time to kiss his father goodbye since no one was watching. But kissing reminded him of girls, and the redheaded boy with the tender purpled cheek hated anything having to do with girls.Read More