All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me, and I pried my eyes open. I thought I saw my son Enoch standing there.
Daddy, I’m sorry. I think I killed the camera.
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Today’s stories are told by Enoch and Josiah Nicholaides of the Hill Tribes of Ratanakiri Project in Cambodia.
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