Try not to cry when you know...

I had read reviews of the book and was intrigued...

I entered the bookstore never intending to buy it...

I read the dedication page standing in the biography aisle...

I purchased it immediately and left the store...

I eyed it during work, wishing I was reading it instead...

I went home, talked on the phone, made some dinner, and cleaned...

I settled down late to read a few chapters...

I read about the struggle of growing up in Cambodia...

The violence, the terror, and willfullness of the Khmer Rouge...

The struggle of a young girl and the obedience her culture demanded...

I read her story of abuse and forced prostitution...

Of the pain, the filth, and the terror...

I listened to her speak of escape, shame, and the difficulty of recovery...

I followed her as she rose above it, and began to help others...

I felt her disgust at the increased violence that girls as young as five face every day...

Of the blind eye turned by the government and the corruption at every corner...

I read of her journey to overcome and the generosity of others...

Two hours later I had finished the book...eight hours later, I can't get it out of my mind.