By Hong’s riverside, the sky wildly escapes from every boundary of the skyscrapers. The celestial sphere is azure blue, like an ocean hanging above. Hong's river differentiates itself from others with the unique red. Everything comes together harmoniously in to a breathtaking scene of paradise. In contrast to the heavenly scene, people here live in feeble hovels that somewhat reassemble a living hell. No one could have thought such poverty could exist in the glamour Hanoi. There, the extraneous children began outlining the first chapters of their life. And I was their “sensei”. Or rather, the pleasant environment surrounded by the warm cheers of the “students” turned me into a teacher. I came here to introduce to the children some of the scientifically proven methods of utilizing water effectively. But as I gave them my project handouts, the children looked at them inexplicably as if the handouts bore text written in an alien language. It came to my knowledge instantly that almost all of them didn’t have proper education. When they looked at me, I saw naivety which had threatened to engulf their innocence, I felt like the one called to remove this innocence and without much ado, I responded with equal proportion. It is a common scenario which touches even the brave that when 32 pairs of eyes rise in unison with the visible expectation, all of my reservation vaporized. Assisting them was not an option but a must. Coming to my small class each day was indeterminable enjoyment. The class monitor was always willing to offer me assistance. The class clown was noisy and restless. He always claimed to have the answer to every question. The girls were sweet and neatly dressed. They were different, but all had something in common: eagerness to study, big dream, and a story behind each smile. Not long into the lecture, a nice little accosted me with a piece of paper whose content ignited a fire once lost in my heart: “I want to go