An old Cambodian man lived alone in a village in Cambodia. He wanted to spade his vegetable field, but it was very hard work. His only son, Savon, who used to help him, was in a Cambodian prison for theft. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Son:
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my crops this year. I'm just too old to be digging up the field. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig up the field for me.
Your Father Savuth-------
A few days later, he received a letter from his son.
Dear Pouk:
No, No, Pouk, don't dig up the field. That's where I buried all the jewelry and money that I’ve stolen.
Your Son Savon--------
At 6 a.m. the next morning, the Cambodian officers showed up and dug up the entire field without finding any jewelry or money.
They apologized to the old man and left. That same day, the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Pouk: Go ahead and plant your crops now,pouk. It's the best I could do to help you out.
Your Son Savon | 
