My name is Kim Ngun, I am a nine-year-old boy and I live at the Toule Serey, FCOP Church/Home.  I have never known my parents. I have been told that my mother gave me to someone to take care of me when I was one day old. My mother left me with this person at the hospital and never returned. To this day no one has any information about my parents. The woman who took me at the hospital had milk for me because she had a small baby also, she took me home but she already had many children …  

My name is Phun Sok, I am  a 13 year old male. My father name was Sok Chea, he died when I was 8, I am not sure what caused his sickness. My mother’s name is Mean Sok. She is a farm laborer, she plants and cuts rice. We have very poor rice crop for three years, so the farmers have little work for her. Before I come to stay in FCOP Home, my family is very poor and my mother doesn’t have money to send us to school and food to eat. My mother met a new husband, but he …  

Always precocious and very curious, Naret found himself running with group of older “gang bangers” on the streets of Phnom Penh in 1997. At age 13 he rarely stayed with his destitute family and desired the things that he could not afford. So, even though he was considered “too young” he took to the streets where his gang would fight turf wars with their rivals to control an area for the distribution of a drug called “Seesha”, a cannabis based narcotic. They would fight with wooden clubs and knives but things were spinning out of control. In 1999 Naret’s future looked pretty dim. People …  

Hello, my name is Phon Sitouch but people usually call me Touch (too-wich). I work full time with FCOP as a data support analyst, helping track and administrate the documents for FCOP’s 106 church homes taking care of orphans and separated children. I am so pleased to share my life story as God has blessed me with a testimony of restoration. After I was orphaned at a young age, I was rescued and taken in by FCOP when I was 15 years old. I am the eighth child out nine in my family. When my parents were alive, we were …  

Sophat or Mak Phat (translated as Mom) as she is known as in FCOP church homes was born in the late 1940s and grew up as a beautiful young woman in Pursat, Cambodia. She received a 7th grade school education and later married into a good family and had three children with her first husband, a successful lumber businessman in the city. Not long after the Khmer Rouge regime took over Cambodia in the 1970s, her husband was killed and she lost their home and property. After working in the collective system and barely surviving the Cambodian holocaust of the …  

What you are about to read is a story that has mature themes in it. Some names and locations have been changed to protect the identity of the victim. Srey Oun was born in 1995 in a rural provincial town a few hours outside of Phnom Penh. As Srey Oun grew up in an impoverished household and became a teenager, she was told the same thing many young teenage girls are told by their families, “We’re sending you to Phnom Penh to work and send home money.” This is an all too familiar story around Cambodia.  With widespread corruption and …  

I am Thany, after my parents passed away, I had no place to live because my father sold and mortgaged everything to give my mom treatments, including our home. After she died we had to pay off debt in order to get our home back so, my father went to dig for sapphires in the Pailin Province.  While he was gone we had to live with neighbors.  No one could take all three of us in, so my brothers and I had to be separated. Every day I went to tend the neighbors animals and work the fields for them.  …  

Kheuon’s earliest memory is of his mom. She was always sick, and his dad faithfully cared for her. Then his mom died and, not long after, his dad died as well. Kheuon remembers his grandparents looking for help, but their village and region were so impoverished that no one could take in three extra mouths to feed, including his grandparents. He and his two brothers were temporarily taken care of by their grandparents but the grandparents didn’t treat them well, stopping just short of kicking them out. Kheuon and his brothers were often sick. When they felt weak and hungry, they …