Dear MR PRESIDENT Paper on the table, in the small room, the House creaking, I brought a simple dream, hope you give it a reality are not? My name is............. in beautiful S-shaped country. Once the country inspired millions of tons of bombs, and hundreds of millions of liters of toxic chemicals Dioxins carnage, that its consequences until now land and people of Vietnam are still have to suffer. My father was the army team, each slit Son goes to save water. During the years of the war that ensued, three have been infected in their man's poison. And then after the peace, the hair has the salt targets three new families. Before birth, the mother had suffered a miscarriage to 7 times that don't understand why? After this visit to know the sequelae of toxic chemicals Dioxins. Doctors say the three are difficult to have children, if you suffer from malformations, handicapped, etc. and recommend three not so. .. But hunger was holding his infant son Bong on the remaining three hands too fervently, intense. Maybe so, so one way fall I've cried in delight of ensuing crush smart parents. But unfortunately the other doctor's words were true. I grow, the more erratic development, limb length, appallingly Leu clam, the fingers, toes, humpback, the convulsive eye to just every head is normal, but sometimes also the burning urination pain, Hey moisture when it comes to wind. Over 7 years I know say, 8 years old children are three to carry him, and then all these years schooling three of my legs do, sunny days and rainy days, under the heat burning the skin or the cold through the bones, limp legs of three 7 years never rest. The meager wages of the three wounded soldiers was not enough to heal the children, three have to do many more things from the rod to the cultivation, animal husbandry, etc.Qin's mother early algae, on the plain of a sunny two Frost, 5 pole vault field a arms take constipation, hoeing and. .. All just to have money to run the cure for me was becoming normal like other children. Look at the hand the bottles of lumpy, lem working laboriously feet mire's mother, penetrating eyes dark circles of the two, I silently wish that: This Morning when I grow up, I hope I can do something to care for parents at old age, weak capacity to compensate somewhat for the birth, raised hard, that parents should worry about me was my height should look. Then I wish I become a talented speaker, giving knowledge away worldliness indoctrinate everyone knows about war, about toxic chemicals, about peace, about the simple happiness, etc. I wish that this world when I grow up will no longer be subject to the scenes of war, loss, pain, pains, not human suffering because of bombs, chemical weapons, nuclear weapons or weapons of mass destruction... The leader, the President, the President, the head of a country, please think very carefully, please take full benefit of humanity do not matter, because the moment little benefit for himself or for his nation that brought death, suffering to other people. Who is the father, the mother, also, also only once please staying true tolerance, dignity, please do the things preventing evil, create happy chaos, the Evangelist's name. If not-to which the human species will be destroyed by yourself only. Dear Mr. Ban Ki-moon! Standing in front of the pain and the desire of his short, I hope this letter just to be with him. Please do all you can to let my simple wishes come true. Please thank him a thousand times, we wish you much health, ten thousand well-being!
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