
For two hours I just sat there with this innocent baby in my arms. I watched my teammates play with the other HIV orphans, but for some reason I could not move. I wanted to sit and hold this child forever. Safe in my arms I could show her that even if the world kept moving there was still someone who would love and comfort her. But I knew that as soon as I stood up and put her down, as soon as I walked away and out the door of the orphanage, she would be alone again. How do we stop this cycle? How do we comfort the sick and the orphaned and the dying, when everyday death and disease bring more tragedy?
I still had these questions running through my mind when our translator told us it was time to go. I wasn’t ready to leave, but that did not change anything. As I walked away from the orphanage today, I turned back and caught one last glimpse of my girl through the window. Tears were streaming down her face as she stood in a pool of her own throw up. She let out a loud wail that I could clearly hear through the glass pane. She stood there alone. Completely abandoned.
