Ravuth smiled at his brother, who said, “I never forgot about you Ravuth or our parents, no matter what I told the Khmer Rouge.” Oun squeezed Ravuths hand, “I thought you had died in the jungle.”
Oun looked at Jed and then into Ravuths tear-filled eyes and said,
“When the Vietnamese came and liberated Cambodia, I ran away and searched work camps in the southern province.” He sighed, “I found where mother and father were, but a neighbour told me that they had died. Mother died from an infection, and then father had died shortly after from malnutrition.”
Ravuth was heartbroken. He learned enough about the atrocities of Pol Pot and his heartless regime and felt sad that his parents became just another statistic amongst the three million human beings inhumanely slaughtered.
Oun was poor, a
