Having been back from Cambodia for a few weeks now, I am still thinking of the 10 year-old girl I met in Angkor Wat. I first saw her taking a break from her recycling work, resting in that great Wonder of the World in Siam Reap.
As I was continuing my tour of the ancient temple, I came upon a beautiful walkway, and just as I was hoping someone would walk into the frame, my young friend arrived. Though she spoke no English, and I not a word of Khmer, she seemed to understand my request. She was unlike the other children we had met that day, aggressively demanding money for trinkets and postcards. She was sweet and quiet. I wished I had more to give her than a few dollar bills and my bottle of water to recycle.