Out there, the children still lack so much; so many dreams and hopes are weighed down early by worries over food, clothing and rice….

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A Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, yet so many memories linger. We miss the children, we miss the villagers. A breeze from the heart carried us to them and made us love, cling to and hate to leave this red-soil land so full of warmth and kindness.

But then the first light of dawn hurried us away, while the villagers wait for the full moon of next year….

Photo by: Nguyễn Ngọc Sơn

P/S: Memories of Bù Gia Mập still lingering in the heart of a Y Tam member