earlier today i had the opportunity to go to an orphanage that we only visit once a week. compared to the other orphanages we volunteer at daily, it's rougher all around.
the first time i ever went to this orphanage, a little girl who must have been a little under two years old was walking around the area we were playing in with feces and urine all over her pants. she wasn't even wearing a diaper.
when we arrived this afternoon, after getting mobbed by the children, a little boy ran up to me and put his arms up, signifying that he wanted me to pick him up. as we walked to the yard to do the activity emily had planned, he wrapped his arms around my neck and asked me, "como se llama mi mami?" which means, "what's my mommy's name?". i was so taken aback by this question i didn't know how to answer it. all i could do was to just look into his deep brown eyes and tell him i didn't know. it broke my heart and i ached for him.
i have known all along that the vast majority of these children are abandoned, but it never really hit me until this afternoon.
i love you so much, mom and dad.
thanks for loving me always and not abandoning me [even though i probably deserved it once or twice].
1 comment:
Wow, what a question to be asked. So sad. You are having quite the experience.
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