Well, my gf's parents had a pho and coffee shop right out side of the camp for two years and the third year we moved to a new camp so they moved their shop right in side. Somehow, the state passed a law prohibiting outsiders to enter the camp and refugees from going out. They were told to move back home to the city right away. Her parents had to get her from school to pack up.
When they were about to leave, she came to let me know. Unfortunately, I was in school that day ( a different school ). She was crying her heart out when my sister told her that I wasn't home. After that, we couldn't get in touch with one another again. Sadly, I departed for the US only a few weeks after that. I did try to go back and find her, but to make the story short, I came back empty handed. I was pressured to get married by my old folks so I did and our love story ended there.
My heart still aches for her every day, though and whenever I dream about her I still cry.
