The way that i got my name was related to an event in my early childhood that could have caused my death or sent me to live in pervery and misery. In Cambodia during 1979, there were a lot of overthrows in the government by some of our own people called the red combodians who supported a government which was more like communism. They made my family an others move out o fcities and into rural …showed first 75 words of 332 total…

…showed last 75 words of 332 total…for "olsest son", which sounds like "proh Bong". She varied the first part and placed an s at the end. "Pros" is the name that my mother has been calling me ever since. If my family or i hadnt gotten to the refugee coamp, i would never have been given a name. We were extremely lucky to get outof there, thanks to divine intervention. I will always remember how close i was to being nameless.