We have settled in in S-town. All is well and T and everyone seems happy. We visit in the morning with T and the other children. We have been staying outside to visit and we can see the other kids also. My little sweetie N had a birthday this week. She turned twelve. We took her a card and gift and some cake things for the kids. It rips a hole in my heart every time I spend time with those kids. They all come by to check things out, but then there are our friends who stay to spend time with us.
The courtyard is big and most is paved. They ride bicycles, kick balls, and just hang around.
They did not have the funds to send them to camp this year so they have little to do. P is the most friendly of the boys. He won an award for his drawings and ran in three different times to show us drawings and projects he had done. P is fifteen and appears to be maybe twelve. He is always laughing and always glad to see us and likes to spend time with the cab driver.
Part of me had rather not get to know these kids any better. If you know they are here, but you don't know who they are, it is easier not to care. But if you spend time with them, and you are sitting here with candy in your pocket that they have insisted you take from them, then it's not as easy not to care.
Papa Dennis
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2 comments:
Hello Dennis! I kinda know how you feel. For the first week or so, we didn't interact much with the other kids except the occasional glance and wave. I wasn't sure what we should be doing. But then most playing fields got crowded and we ended up spending a lot of time in the twin's group. We got to know them all, how smart they are, their traits, etc. We're sad that we won't be seeing them again probably once we leave (most are not up for adoption) but at the same time I wouldn't have changed a thing. We had a blast playing and interacting with them and we're happy to have made their days just a little better. We will always remember them and miss their calling to push them around on the tricycles or the swing.
Give Petr a huge hug from me! And one for Katya, too!
Natalie
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