When Love Dies Before the Body Does
Lessons from the Abuse and Death of Megan Khung
I wanted to blame drugs.
It would’ve been easier to say, “She didn’t know what she was doing.”
But when you look at what Foo Li Ping did — pulling her daughter out of school, cutting her off from grandparents, staying with a violent man, hiding the body — it’s impossible to call it a mistake.
It wasn’t madness. It was malice.
I think every parent — every human being — has to pause and ask: how does a person reach that point?
Because no one wakes up one day and decides to kill their child.
Evil grows slowly, often disguised as pride, pain, or addiction.
No, no no - it starts small:
“I know better than the teacher.”
“My mother doesn’t understand.”
“No one will care if I handle it my way.”
Then it isolates, silences, and hardens — until compassion turns to cruelty.
The story of Megan’s abuse and eventual death, is so stingingly painful. It’s so jarring, so brutal, so…I dont know how to describe this gash of agony in my soul.
It hits me STILL in the guts and soul dammit, not just as a father, but as a man. A man who believes we’re supposed to protect, not harm. I see how the lack of love and accountability can twist the human heart.
Sin, left unchecked, blackens and hardens the soul. I wanted to blame the drugs man, maybe its the drugs…but having read and re-read the mother going out of her way to
remove Megan from school
remove contact from Megan’s grandparents
To me, it shows clear intent, that she intended to hurt Megan, or kill her.
YES, the mother has been hurt, but who in the fucking right mind, because they get hurt, turn to hurt a toddler who has ZERO idea what’s happening in the world?
Why cant the mother…just go live her own life? Why have to bring Megan down?
Because she could, is the only answer I could think of. I can blame drugs, I can blame gaps in the system…but this is human cruelty, even if I were to call it, temporary insanity.
But I dont know - we may NEVER know.
Only God knows.
YES, perhaps the mother is off drugs, sober now and is paying for her sins in prison, where she belong, away from public…but oh my goodness. Megan. How you suffered that 13+ months.
How horrible was that 13 months of your short life, where you experience a cruel mother and even more vicious man whom you only know as a torturer and who hurt you.
How horrible was it to go hungry, as a 3 year old, and left outside to sleep in the elements. And to have your mother laugh at you, as you cry, seeing her eat, but you cant.
How horrible to be beaten for “soiling” your pants…as a 3 year old.
Oh I cant do this.
May God redeem the souls of the mother and the boyfriend who both killed Megan, and turn their lives around.
May Megan be dancing in heaven with Jesus, our Lord and Savior, no more pain or suffering, but just joy being with the Good Lord.
Megan’s story is not just a headline — it’s a warning. When we stop loving, stop caring, stop checking in — evil thrives in that silence.
Maybe the lesson isn’t just about one mother’s cruelty.
Maybe it’s about the thousands of quiet moments when we could’ve stepped in, spoken up, or prayed — and didn’t.
Let’s not wait for another Megan.
Let’s be the light that exposes darkness, even when it’s uncomfortable.
Because that’s what love does — it protects. (1 Corinthians 13:7)