The kids here are like sponges; they soak up everything you give them—words, hugs, attention. They make me smile everyday. At night, if one has a tummy ache, they all have tummy aches. If one has a wound that needs a plaster (band-aid), they all search their arms and legs for somewhere to put a plaster.
We have a girl named Cecilia and I can’t help but sing “Cecilia, you’re breakin’ my heart, you’re shakin’ my confidence, baby” (Paul Simon?). Yesterday, she came in the clinic for a plaster. Behind her were 12 curious boys and girls. I started singing her song as I bandaged her finger. The boys and girls just giggled. About an hour later, I was walking out of the clinic and those same 12 boys and girls were sitting under a tree singing “Charity, you’re breakin’ my heart…. Sunday, you’re breakin’ my heart….Estella, you’re breakin’ my heart….Aaron, you’re breakin’ my heart….”.
It was REALLY cute—and a reminder to never say anything to a child that you wouldn’t want repeated….
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i love that story (and the song)! i can't imagine how precious those kids are. so happy to hear that you made it and are doing well.
We missed you tonight. We celebrated Amy's birthday and I got to finally see all her pictures. Such a beautiful place and beautiful faces. I can't wait to see it with my own eyes.
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