I am just thinking of what we can do for the ethnic children. Actually I was so happy to talk to them on my long trekking day to Y linh Ho village where there is not much rice at the end of the harvest. They invited me to their house for lunch with their family and told me a lots about their life, school so on. I realised that they are very poor in the bad condition compared with the city children. Unbelievable, they made friend with me so quickly. They were off for school today as Sunday, but they had a small meeting at a small church in the village. I looked at them strangely as some were holding a Christian bible book written in Hmong language that I can not understand. During the trek, one of them asked me if I was angry with their accompanying, I said no and he said that we were happy to do it which I have never seen this thing in the city.I love them very much - the ethnic children on the high mountain, who always eat rice with vegetable only for 3 meals per day and take a 10 km road to school daily by walking from this hill to another. I really admired them about their mind and will to get over everything.