The day seemed like a typical day at the orphanage. We arrived by tuk tuk and were greeted in typical fashion. “Hello Mammy” echoed through the yard and huge hugs were given all around. Children grabbed my hands and pulled me towards the classroom in the back of the property. This is also were the boys sleep.
At this point all still seems normal. Paper is pulled out, pictures are drawn, and bracelets are being made.
I start looking around seeing what the older boys are doing. I see one of my boys lying in bed talking with another boy. Korb (pronounced Cob) is a quite shy boy of 16 who doesn’t speak english at all. But he has a tender heart and is befriended by all. I walked over to the two boys to see what is going on. Korb turns his face towards me and I see that one of his cheeks is extremely swollen. I try as best I can to find out what is wrong and all I get is “sick”. I think surely someone must know what is going on. I talked to them for a few moments more then return to the other kids.
A few minutes later one of the men that works there (he also speaks some english) comes into the classroom area. Feeling compelled to make sure they know what is going on with Korb, I ask what is wrong with him. The worker has no clue but quickly jumps into action, finds Korb and asks him what hurts. Turns out it is his tooth and he has a huge hole in it. We all go up to the front of the orphanage and he is quickly taken by moto to go see a dr.
After he leaves I return to chaos in the classroom. Trunks are being sorted through and children look close to tears. I find one of the girls from the church that has come to join us for the day. She tells me that 7 of the boys are being moved to a different province. They are now packing their bags and grabbing their mats to leave. I head up again to the front with some of these boys. Children are scattered all around trying to hold themselves together. Girls start coming up to stephanie and I, just wanting to be touched. Other girls are trying to take care of their friends who are devestated by what is going on.
Again we head to the back to where the boys are eating through their tears.
Many can barely even swallow. Many of the other children are gathered around them as these boys try to contain themselves and eat their last meal at what has been their home. 
After they are done eating they start to head to the truck and the tears fall even harder.
Finally its time to go. I ask the man taking them to the other orphanage who exactly is going, so that we can pray for them. Six boys are pointed out instead of seven. I find out later that the seventh is Korb. Because of being sick he will leave 2 days later.
We ask the children to come pray with us and as they come in closer the dams break forth. Children are reaching out to each other, hanging on for dear life. Not wanting to let their family go.
At this point my heart breaks for these children and I can barely hold it together. I look around at the other nessa girls and see them trying to contain the tears as well.
Another of my favorite boys is leaving and it is tearing me apart and i’ve only known him for 2 weeks.
These kids have become mine. Imagine how these children feel. They have known these boys for a lot longer. These are their brothers and they are being torn from them. These children have been abandoned by the ones who were supposed to love and care from them. Makes me wonder what goes through their heads losing a loved one again.
Not to say that it is an bad thing that they are leaving. The orphanage has become too crowded and another orphanage had more room. But the way these orphans have bonded together became evident
The next day we returned to the orphanage and Korb was there. I went to say hello and to see how he was feeling. He was doing better but I could tell that he was feeling the loss of having to leave the next day. He became my shadow and barely left my side that morning. He just quietly followed along wanting some comfort. Just needed to feel that someone cared. 
It was really hard leaving Korb that morning knowing that I would not see him when I returned. But knowing that the Lord was right by his side each and every step helped.
Please pray for these boys as they transition and also for all of the children at the CPCDO orphanage.
