After visiting the website, I got a better idea on how Salva brings clean water to Sudan and why. Everyday, women or girls from families would walk eight hours straight to a dirty pond to get some muddy water. Read More Post #10: Water For Sudan
While I was in the hospital, a young man came in. He said he was here to visit me and he glared at me motionless when he first stepped in the room. I stared at him, scanning everything from head to toe, fitting together pieces in my mind. A flush of memory rushed through me immediately. The young man walked toward beside my bed. He slowly opened his mouth and carefully spoke to me, he said he was Salva, Salva Dut, our son. In the first look I could recognize him. I couldn’t believe it, too. I sat up and hugged him tightly in my arms.
P = Make your Point. What is the main thing you want to say?
Salva Dut is a young man who looks for any piece of hope to grasp upon. Sometimes, he expresses himself through his emotions in various scenes. He also owns a beautiful heart and desires for education.
It was on a Friday morning. My dad had driven us to this stunning hotel situated next to a beach in Port Dickson, Malaysia. There were marble stairs of pale brown leading the guests to a higher platform where the lobby desk was. Tall poles, the same color of the stairs looked as if they were weight lifters lifting up the wooden ceiling. Read More Winter Break Post #1 Their Big Day