Journey to Peace Village

There is a particular kind of small white flower that grows over here called Hoa Nhai. It is very fragrant and unforgettable. Like one of the kids I was working with today, the youngest member of our class, Naung. Naung is four years old but she has already learned her numbers and songs. Today as I arrived, she booted one of the older kids from the swing in the courtyard and had me swing with her. When the gong rang, we went up to class. She is too young to practice her penmanship, so Ms. Canh gave her a coloring book. Naung cued me on a flower to color and I lightly filled it in. Then she would accentuate the drawing with deeper, bolder lines.
Phu, the boy with the biting problems, has really gotten attached to the harmonica. He is starting to learn how to say "Nashville!" He may have to leave school soon, the administration believes he is too much to handle. Phu cries whenever he is separated from the harmonica. It is staying in Viet Nam with him, a little bit of Tennessee far across the sea!