After attending the service at the national cathedral this morning, (once again packed, but this time, I sat near the front. I could actually understand some) we went shopping (I spent a record low of $4) and then to an orphanage an hour away.
When we got there, a little girl met me at the door. "You're back?!" She asked me incredulously. The thing is, normally each volunteer only goes to the orphanage one time because we only go on Sundays and by the next Sunday, they're gone. Because of my internship, I'm here longer, so I broke the norm for the orphanage kids by coming two weeks consecutively.
"Haha. Simon. Y tambien voy a regresar la semana proxima." I told her I was coming back the next week as well. Her eyes brimmed and she ran up and wrapped my arms around my waist. I don't deserve that, but I am so happy to have brought her joy.
Later on, as I was chatting with my orphan friend Darcy, we started talking about siblings. We discovered that the only difference between our siblings was that I had one more brother than she did. She told me her younger sister was there at the orphanage with her. When I asked where the others were, Darcy looked at me with her huge eyes and said, "No sé. Ellos ya fueron." (I don't know. They're gone.) Then she smiled and ran away from me. I wonder what is going on inside her shorn little head.
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