Sleeping Over

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The first night in Phnom Penh I went to a pizza place with two of my friends sometime around ten o’clock and we stayed out until maybe eleven thirty or so.  The streets were pretty dead by the time we walked back, though there were still tok-tok drivers always offering us rides, there were some kids on the riverbanks playing and hanging out, and there were some people still trying to sell us DVDs and books on the streets as we walked back.

 

I kept walking by street posts and noticing that young mothers were resting their backs while sitting down against them.  In their laps and hands, their two/three/four year old sons would be sleeping, and the girl would just hold them all night watching over them, looking at them.

 

And they did that every night.

 

That was seriously amazing.