EXCERPT Vanna was sitting on the front step of her house. She was happy. The sun was shining over Cambodia and Chea Chheng, her very good friend, Vanna saw him coming, she jumped up, her two shiny black ponytails bouncing as she did so. “Chea Chheng!” she called excitedly. “You are here!” Chea Chheng’s face broke into a big smile. He patted her head, playfully pulling on one of her ponytails. “Your face is like the sun. It matches your pretty yellow blouse,” Chea Chheng said affectionately to the eight-year old girl. “Tell me a story,” Vanna begged. “Don’t tell me you are not tired of my stories yet,” he teased her laughing, his eyes dancing with the happiness he saw on her face. “Oh! Never!” exclaimed Vanna. “Then come sit with me,” Chea Chheng said. They sat down together on the front step. Chea Chheng began his story. The Banyan tree has heart-shaped leaves. Many roots grow down from its branches. If a root is cut, another will grow and dig into the ground. It may be a different root, but it will be just as strong. You cannot destroy the soul of something so determined to live. The Banyan tree, like a person is made of many parts that give a strong foundation. Its heart-shaped leaves look alike but each is different, like the many emotions inside a person’s heart. There was a little boy who wanted to cut down a big Banyan tree growing near his house. He knew it was very strong. He wanted to show that he was stronger. “I will destroy that tree,” the little boy said. “Then I will be the stronger one!”">