When I have run out of words to copy, I look out the window at this strange place called India. Inside the train, the people around me are snoring. I don't understand how they can close their eyes when there is so much to see.
Patricia McCormickYou show you care, you die.You show you fear, you die.You show nothing, maybe you live.
Patricia McCormickLong time I been on my own, but now really I'm alone. I survive the killing, the starving, all the hate of the Khmer Rouge, but I think maybe now I will die of this, of broken heart.
Patricia McCormick