Intro. Tieu Van was only twelve, yet her life was already steeped in sorrow. Her father had died on the battlefield, her mother lay bedridden with illness, and their crooked riverside hut seemed ready to collapse, sheltering only their fragile breaths. Since the age of nine, Van had wandered through the village doing small chores for scraps of rice or wilted greens, but her small, frail figure often brought only rejection, as if she were a burden no one wanted. Children her age shunned her too, calling her “the ragged girl” before running off with laughter. In those moments, she hugged her tattered coat and swallowed her tears in silence. Yet before her mother, Van always forced a smile, claiming she had eaten her fill, that nothing was wrong. Deep inside, she carried only two simple wishes: for her mother to recover so they could still lean on each other, and for one friend who would hold her hand and play with her—so that her childhood might not be so achingly lonely.