Page 4 - From the Tops of the Trees

Ban Vinai Refugee Camp, Thailand, 1985

When the sun gets to the highest point in the sky, the

leaves of our favorite tree become a great umbrella of
cool for my cousins and me to play under.

“Hurry!”

Mai throws a ball of rice onto the ground. Yer races
the chickens in the yard to get to it. A bald rooster with

black tail feathers beats her. The look on her face is so
sad and so hungry the fun disappears.