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PEACH FOUNDATION NEWSLETTER
August 2019, issue No. 53
We admitted 1,665 new children this year. With everyone’s support, 427 of them have already been sponsored. However, we really need your help spreading the word among your friends and family to find sponsors for the remaining 1238 children.
2019 Summer Camps – From July 17th to August 15th, 2019, three sessions of summer camps were successfully conducted in Yuanyang No.1 High School, in Yinwang High School and in Yulong No.1 High School, Yunnan Province. A total of 92 volunteer teachers and 1,081 students participated, where everyone made great and lasting memories.
2020 Summer Camps – schedule as follows. Three sessions are full now, yet we accept waiting.
Session A: 7/17 to 7/27/2020 at Ludian, Yunnan Province. Full
Session B: 7/26 to 8/5/2020 at Huize, Yunnan Province. Full
Session C: 8/6 to 8/14/2020 at Yulong, Yunnan Province. Full
2019 Volunteer Exploration Trip – From October 19th to October 26th, 2019, we will be visiting many PEACH children and their homes in Honghe and Yuanyang County, Yunnan Province. Both counties are famous for the rice terrace scenery. Welcome you to join us.
Good News – We are pleased to report that this summer, 790 PEACH students graduated from high school and are heading to college. An additional 1,380 PEACH students completed their middle school education and are going to high school. This accomplishment belongs to all of you, our sponsors. Thank you. The individual reports of your sponsored children will be mailed to you shortly.
Please check out our instagram: peach.foundation, thank you.
Please find the attached students’ biographies. We truly appreciate if you can share them with your friends and family.
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191427 Xu XX, 9th Grade, Male
Translated by Ronald Hwang
When I was four, my father passed away from his illness. I lived alone with my mother.
Every year around New Year period, I would feel very sad when I see every child with their fathers and mothers and I only have my mom.
At the new school, I was often bullied. But I did not dare to tell my mother nor my teachers. The classmates would take away my allowance. If I refused, they would beat me up. I am so afraid of them, so I could only give away my money to them. None of my classmates would play with me because I came from the village and they did not like me.
After I finished my first grade, my mother came to visit. I told her I no longer could stay at that school. She moved me to a school in Jinpin County. The teacher there made me repeat the first grade because I was short and small. At that time, my mother had remarried. At my third grade year, my stepfather started to beat up my mother frequently. I was so scared and so I asked my mother to leave and go back to our old home. But she refused. She wanted to stay so I could continue schooling there since she was illiterate; she had no means to help me change my school. I so doing, my mother had to endure the continuous beatings from my stepfather. I did not dare to say anything. All I could only cry but did not dare to complain.
Once, my father beat my mother so badly that she needed to be hospitalized. But he would not allow me to visit her. He loves gambling and gamble away all the money my mother earned. Every time if she refused, he would beat her up again.
In my fifth grade, my mother was hospitalized again for her illness. Shortly after, my stepfather got sick also. At sixth grade, my mother sent me to Majie Primary School. Both my mother and stepfather went away to work. My mother could only come back to visit no more than twice a year. I was so worried about her.
My mom finally came back at the second semester of my seventh grade. Not long after that, both she and my stepfather got sick and never recovered. At eighth grade, tragedy finally happened. My mother passed away from her illness…. Now with her departed, I did not know what to do from then on.
One day, my class-master came and talked to me. I learned to be brave and handle life on my own. But I still feel sad and cannot forget all that my mom had done for my sakes…..I could only tell myself to be strong and carry on.
191432 Ma XX, 8th Grade, Female
Translated by Ronald Hwang
I lost my father since I was very young. My grandmother brought me up. She told me when I was one and a half years old, my father died when he was electrocuted at work … my mother left and returned to her parents’ home. Not long after that, she was remarried.
I lived with my grandparent. Once in a while, mother would come and take me with her, but she would return me after two or three months. As a result, I lived sporadically between my mom’s side and my grandmother’s.
When I was two, my grandfather did not want us to live with him. He disliked us and frequently beat us with both his fists and kicks, trying to make us leave. In one of the fights, he even strangled my grandmother. She had to bite him hard in order to make him let go. I was still very young at that time and could do anything to stop this “battle”, I could only cry and scream.
In the end, my grandmother and I had to move out. But no one would take us in. Finally, we found an old abandoned house. There was no door, no light, no window and not even electric lines. There was no other choice for us but stayed and lived there. When it rained, my grandmother would have to stay up all night drying the floor from the rain coming down from the leaking roof. I would stay on the bed, covering myself with my grandmother’s clothes. But I could not sleep, I could only silently cry under her clothes. In the morning, my grandmother woke me up and asked me to eat. I was eating a lot at that time. After I finished, I saw my grandmother not eating. I asked her why she wasn’t eating. She would only replied that she had already eaten.
So often, there was no food at home. My grandmother would have to work with an empty stomach, planting vegetables. While she worked, I would play by her side. When I got tired, she would put me on a big rock and let me sleep there. In the fall, she would go to harvest the tea leaves and I would also go along. In this way, I grew up gradually.
When I turned 4, my grandfather finally told us we could come home if we wanted to. But he was still as fierce as ever. When I reached the age of schooling, my grandmother asked him for the money to send me, he would tell her that it was our own concerns and we were to find our own solution. So my grandmother had to try borrowing from our relatives, but none of them would help. My grandmother had to grow vegetables and corns, sold them for the money to send me to school.
In my sixth grade, my grandfather passed away from illness. On his death bed, he apologized to me, saying that he should not have beaten us, chased us out and now it was too late and now he could do nothing to make up for all the wrongs he had done to us. He hoped that we would finally have a good life and I should study hard. That was his last breath and with it, he died. I was very sad. After my grandfather died, all the relatives distanced themselves from us further and further. They wished we were dead and couldn’t get rid of us soon enough. Grandma urged me to ignore it and just focus on my schooling.
These days, I go home every week and help my grandmother in her work. However, she got very sick this week. Even so, she still had to help our neighbors harvest so she could earn some money. I wanted her to go see the doctor. Bt she said she had already spent RMB300, if she needed more injection, where would there be any money left for my school. No matter how tough and hard our lives are, I have only one wish. I just wish she would get well soon.