The first thing he saw was her eyes. Big, brown, and almond-shaped. Her matted black hair hung in clumps; she probably hadn't had a bath in a while. She was crying.
"Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you." Mike said in his broken Vietnamese. The little girl shrank back further.
"Why don't you come out?"
"Mama! Baba!" the little girl wailed.
Mike handed the girl a handful of rice. She took it and slowly crawled out of her hiding place. He noticed how small she was. How old was she; Two –and- a-half? Three?
The girl soon accepted him as a safe person and started to play; she dug around in the blankets on the bed mats and found a rag doll. Mike went to look out the window. He wished he could forget his trouble and play with her.
"Yoon." The little girl said.
Mike turned his head towards her.
"Yoon." She said again, and pointed at herself
"Yoon? Is that your name?"
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Shelter in the Jungle (COMPLETED)
Ficção HistóricaAmy and Mike have always been inseparable siblings. But after Mike got drafted to fight in Vietnam, it's not only Amy who acutely feels his absence - his pregnant wife, Laura, also misses him dearly. Amy copes by writing and burying herself in her s...
