Reach A Village
I had so much hurt in my past it seemed there was no hope for me. Thankfully, God had an amazing plan for me.
Raised in a broken home, my mother remarried when I was very young. I was only seven when my stepfather began sexually abusing me.
My days were filled with fear and anxiety. Besides that, I was filled with guilt and confusion about that experience with him. I knew what was happening was wrong and I hated it, but he threatened to kill me if I told to my mom. Then not long after, there was some hope. Desperate for help, I told my friend, who told her father. My stepfather was chastised and threatened with jail.
My father died when I was only 14-years-old. I was the oldest of five children, and money was something we simply did not have. We were a family of craftsmen, creating handicraft from my country's traditions for tourist shops. But we often barely made enough to provide food for the family. Life became very difficult and I became disillusioned with my religion. It was around this time my life changed forever.
My trouble began when my mother died. Blamed for my mother's death, I was moved around a lot, growing up with different friends and relatives. My father served in the army and was often on the frontlines, never at home to raise me.
My country fell into a civil war; this was the time of the Khmer Rouge. The amount of food that was given to everyone was minimal; often there was no food to eat at all. If people began to complain then they would be killed instantly.
When the war ended, I reunited with my family, including my father, who I barely knew. I decided to move to Phnom Penh to continue my studies. It was there, my life changed in a way I never could have imagined.