The first thing that I cherish is a ring given to me after I met my wife. It was my first time away from home when my friend Tong and I took a week’s vacation in Bangkok, Thailand. After checking into the hotel, we walked over to the busses and lined up on the street outside the hotel entrance. A tall, good looking girl stepped out of the bus and asked us if we needed a ride. The girl’s name was Mai, and we continued talking during the bus ride. We felt an instant attraction, and we arranged to meet later that night. During the whole week, Mai was our personal to

Even more important than the ring and the letters are the precious photographs of our baby on my dresser. The photo on the right shows our son at his first birthday party. What a wonderful time we had that day. Our dining room was filled with family and friends talking, eating, and singing. The photo on the left shows our son when he was newborn. I can still remember the excitement of giving birth to a beautiful, healthy boy. In the picture, I see him with just the hint of the sparkling dark eyes and mischievous smile that marks the energetic fourteen year-old he is today. Now I have the joy of being with our child, but also the responsibility of raising him alone without a mother. The photos are a memory of what used to be.

ur guide. One day the three of us went to the mall in Bangkok, and I was captivated by a ring in a window display of a quaint little shop. Without saying anything, Mai went into the store and bought a beautiful porcelain ring in festive Thai custom. She gave me the ring and said, “Whenever you loo

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