On November 20, 2010 I met Borie, Bopeas, Vanthy, Sieha, and Vanna at the Khompong Phhluk floating village on the Tonle Sap Lake in Siem Reap, Cambodia for the first time. They were playing alongside the trash strewn dirt roads under their stilt raised homes amongst the wandering domesticated animals seemingly unaware of the arduous demands of daily floating village life. Their lives had changed dramatically by my second visit two years later; Vanthy had died from a mysterious illness that was most likely an extreme form of dengue fever while the other children were away doing seasonal work at a suck hole of a border town named Poipet. When I was finally able to meet Sieha earlier this year I could sense that he was drawing from a reservoir of maturity far beyond his age.