Every Saturday and Sunday, I help my grandmother make cakes to sell at the market. My grandmother is good at making cakes wrapped in banana leaves, such as ansom chek rolled banana rice cakes, ansom chrouk rolled pork rice cakes, num kom steamed sweet rice cakes, and num thmei salty bean paste rice cakes, which are delicious. People in her village buy her cakes for wedding ceremonies; for Phchum Ben, a 15-day festival for honoring our ancestors; and for other festivals. We should help promote our traditional Khmer cakes.

Our parents are working on our farm. Our mother is working in the rice paddy. Our father is carrying grass. Our parents work all day in the hot sun without complaining to send us children to school. They work hard to earn money so that we children can have a comfortable life. I love my parents. I have decided to study harder to repay my parents and express my appreciation.

In this picture, I show how grandchildren serve their grandparents to make them happy. The thing in front of the grandfather is a coconut-shell teapot. People in the past had wonderful wisdom. I have learned about the wonderful wisdom of the people in the past, so I want to study that wisdom.

The rainy season, in November, is harvest time for farmers. I go with my parents on Sundays to help with the harvesting. Seeing the golden rice paddies when we harvest the rice makes me feel happy.

One day, we went to my grandparents' house in Kampong Chhnang Province. I was happy to see an old hand mill. This is my aunt and uncle. They used the hand mill to polish rice. I hope that people will teach traditional things like that to the next generation.

I went to a resort at Ta Mao Mountain last week. I saw a couple of parrots in a tree. The parrots were of beautiful colors. I was so happy to see them.

My Life
We Khmers of Cambodia have traditionally worn the krorma scarf when we go to the temple pagoda, and we still do. We need to preserve that tradition for future generations. That's why my grandparents wear the krorma.

This is a dance that stands for my nation. It is a greeting for all guests. We need to preserve this dance. The dances of every nation are unique and precious. We need to care for the dances because they represent the culture of the nations.

Rice fields in the early morning
After school, my family and the other people in the village went out to work in the rice paddies. Some of them rode ox carts, and some walked and carried hoes on their shoulders. The farmers all use oxen and water buffalo.

I went to the south side of our village with my father. We talked while we walked, and I held an angrut fish trap. My father told me about his childhood. I liked that.

Children are now able to have different lives. Before 1993 (1993 was when the new Cambodian Kingdom was established after the civil war), some children went to school, some helped in their parents' business, some collected things that could be recycled or sold from garbage cans and village dumps, and some begged for money. I collected recyclable things and begged for money.

It is summer and the rain is coming. It is time to plant rice. My father, brother and uncle go to work on a large farm, my mother, aunts and my elder sister plant the rice together.

Every morning and afternoon, my grand-mother and I always feed the animals. This is how we raise animals in my family. My grand-mother throws rice to the chickens. I feed the pigs. I give a bone to my dog, Ah Louk. I like raising animals because they provide meat for my family and money for me to buy learning materials and clothes.