her long black hair was all tangled as she ran barefooted along my side. she had been in the sun the whole day but her spirit wasn’t dampened.
“sir, you want postcard sir? ten for one dollar only,” as she pushed a few stacks of them into my face.
“no thank you,” i smiled reaching into my bag and gave her a pen instead.
“thank you sir,” the eight year old took it with much delight and off she ran.

moments later, after having my fill, i walked out from a nearby angkor food stall. the little girl ran up to me again. this time she had a little piece of paper in her hand along with the stacks of postcards.
“sir, my name is leak. remember me ok? this, for you,” and thrust the piece of paper into my hand.

on it she wrote,
Hello!!
very nice to meet you
i give you flower
i give you for souvenir
i give you good luck
i wish you good luck
Forever
from Leak

4August05