For you, I will…
By Chittraphone Pom Outama

It is under this same moonlight that you came into my life. You hear? It is
this same gentle breeze that deafened my uncontrollable heartbeat. Like a
vision, a revelation, through a cloud of happy tears, I had a glimpse of you.
One move of your hand, as to chase away all my past miseries, miraculously,
took my breath away. You are now my present, my future, and my whole life.....

Through your bright eyes, the horizon has been extended half way beyond
infinity. Your sweet voice feeds my deepest thoughts, provokes my inner most
inhibitions, and liberates my darkest fears. As Heaven sent strength, you
bring harmony into my life, peace into my soul, making this existence of pain
and suffering worth living to the furthest eternity. You are my air supply, my
pride and joy…

Under this same moonlight, as a child, losing grasp of my father's grip, I
would cross my motherland's infected vein all over. With this same gentle
breeze in my face calming the Mekong's angry waves and covering my sweep
escape, I would appease my then racing heartbeat once more. I would relive my
troubles, my heartaches, and my failures for you to come into and shine in my
life. For you, I would....

I will learn all the patience in the world, conquer all anger and hatred. 
I will strive, for you, I will…
For all the lies your father spoke carelessly, only the truth will be your
passion.
For his irresponsibility, you will learn to bear the consequences of your
actions.
For the morals he uprooted, you will inherit and cherish your ancestors' mind.
For the being he violated, you will respect all humans and love your kind.

There will be no trail of sweet smiles and tears in the eyes to better cover
lies; no remnant of words spoken out of anger and false sermons; no echo of
exhausting rhetorical games and draining departing words; no trace of treason
per omission and bloody stabbing. My most humble experiences will be your
foundation. My life's broken pieces will mold your creation. My sweetest
successes will be your vision. 

For life is made of trials and errors, tonight's bright moonlight witnesses my
overcoming of life most difficult challenges. Under this same moonlight, you
will grow to see right from wrong. In this same breeze, you will hear, for
only you will listen and understand my silences. Your soft tongue easily
impregnable will recount our journey, sweetly and fluently expressive in your
mother tongue.    

You are my eyes, my voice, my morals, and my legacy in this world. You are my
child…