All the thing that I learned from Khmer Rouge Exploration of different people and make to the diary of life under the Khmer Rouge. Here are the story that I wrote:
In 1975 I live in Phnom Penh with a very happy life. My family condition was very rich. My father was doctor. I was second oldest daughter in the family (I was 15 year old), I live two little brother (4 and 6 year old) and my sister was 18 years old and my mom was pregnant that time.
On 17, April, 1975 all of my family were forced to move even though my mom was pregnant. My mother doesn’t want to move she told them because she was pregnant. They not even listen to my mother and nobody can bring their personal stuff.
On the way my mother was giving the birth to the child, my father tried to help her, but the child not come out yet, but the Angkar saw that, so my father was executed because they knows he was a teacher. My mother have no more energy to let the child come out. All of sibling try to help her but we can’t so they both were die, all of us was crying. I have only two brothers and one older sister.
We arrived Prek Dom Bok village, Srey Santhor district, Kampong Cham province. We went to live with one old grandmother. Angkar told my sister to the work site because she old enough. The grandmother her job is to take care 40 small kids and she a really hard person. My both brother just live with grandmother. My job is to collect cow dung in the village.
In one month my sister came to visit 2-3 time only. By myself I can’t afford my both brother, so they get really really sick, because of not getting enough nutrition and health care. They get weaker and weaker, in the same week they both die.
In 1976 my grandmother got a very hot fever and so hungry. I don’t know what to do, so I decided to ask Angkar for some medicine. They hit me so hard about 30 minutes, my body get really hurt and can’t walk. They tie my hand so tight and leave me in a very small room without food for 2 days. I told myself I’m not going to survive, after I came out of that room I got no more power. I went back home to see my grandmother, but I didn’t saw. I started to cry, I don’t know where she went. I feel really sorry to myself that I can’t come back to give the medicine to her. I went to ask the neighbor near my house and they said she got killed by eating a poison animals. When I just heard that I got into burst of tear.
After that I didn’t hear anything of my older sister, I miss her a lot because I live alone. In 1977 at that time I got so so hungry,then I went to find food, I walked slowing down the road, then I met one of the member of Angkar. I was so scared and shaking, he ask me rudely, “where are you going and what are you doing here” he said. I lie him that I saw one man stealing the stuff of Angkar so I tried to follow him. So I told him to go to the east direction. After that I ran so fast and find the way to go. Finally got into the forest alone and lost the way to go back home. Then I met one guy named Sorith and he bring me to live with him.
In 1978 I lived with Sorith I have a very difficult life because Angkar forced me to do farming because they think that I’m old enough. They hit and forced me so hard because I don’t really know how to do farming. At night I was crying and no one knows my feeling. One day I was so hungry, I pick the leave I saw to eat. Then I got a sickness because I didn’t get enough
1979 after Khmer Rouge end, I tried to find my sister but I couldn’t. I feel so regret, I really don’t want to think all of those memory, but I just can’t forget it. I remember people not give me freedom and force me so hard.
