Nowhere Girl

Nowhere Girl

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 0802722970

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Luchi Ann only knows a few things about herself: she was born in a prison in Thailand. Her American mother was an inmate there. And now that her mother has died, Luchi must leave the only place she's ever known and set out into the world. Neither at home as a Thai, because of her fair skin and blond hair, nor as a foreigner, because of her knowledge of Thai life and traditions, Luchi feels as though she belongs nowhere. But as she embarks on an amazing adventure-a journey spanning continents and customs, harrowing danger and exhilarating experiences-she will find the family, and the home, she's always dreamed of. Weaving intricate elements of traditional Thailand into a modern-day fairy tale unique unto itself, Nowhere Girl is a beautifully rendered story of courage, resilience, and finding the one place where you truly belong.

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It’s a wonder! One second I am hiding from my thoughts in the silence, and the next, the music wraps itself around me like a warm blanket, rocking me like Bibi’s loving arms. “There is a radio in your car!” I exclaim in delight. It seems hard to believe, that the notes could ring so loud and clear in this tiny space. I almost think I am back on my cot with Isra’s headphones in my ears. But this is so much better. It brings to life the greenery that flies by my window. I lean back in my seat and

Pensri’s mother leans in and whispers in the girl’s ear, while the others exchange uncertain looks. Only Kiet acts as though nothing is wrong, tossing casual conversation out into the crowd until, slowly, the others also begin to smile and talk. And everything seems to return to normal. But it doesn’t, really. Because I can’t help but notice that Pensri is no longer smiling. Her eyes are fixed on the table. She does not say another word to me for the rest of the afternoon. And something tells

But he nods. “Ah, of course. Too bloody much information. And why not? A girl can’t chow down a whole supermarket in one sitting, can she? And who would expect it? Well, my dear, I have an idea. We’ll have things sorted out for you in no time. Nineteen eighty-six? My, my!” He shakes his head and his muttering trails off under his breath. In a few minutes we are back to the history and development of satellite technology, but when I return to my room after dinner that night, I find that someone

known. She … she would have been eleven this year. This month.” There’s nothing I can say to that, so I just squeeze his arm a little harder. He reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a picture of a girl with light brown braids and laughing green eyes. She looks so alive that it takes my breath away. And I never even knew her. How does he go on? I think of Mama. How alive she was … until she wasn’t. I remember my own picture, the one in my tea box, the one I’ve held through so many days,

eating my newest favorite food—pancakes with little button-sized berry-fruits and pillows of whipped cream—I get up and walk to my bag. I reach to the very bottom, pull out a mass of dirty bundled cloth, and carry it to where she is sitting. The cloth strips come off easily, with all the wear this bundle’s gotten, and my grandmother’s eyes fill again as she looks at the urn. She knows right away what it is. “Thank you,” she says. “You brought your mama home to me. Thank you for that, dear child.

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