A place where you can call home is really hard to find while on the World Race.
One can’t really call a tent a home or sleeping on a sleeping pad on concrete flooring. Having a bed is nice but there’s more to calling a place your home, then ones sleeping quarters (let me tell you there are a few that are quite interesting).
I am talking about waking up to 20 little girls at 7am, to start the day off. One little girl who puts her face inches away from mine saying goodmorning every morning. It’s a laugh because I’m not a morning person but it’s so cute you just have to laugh.
Spending time with all these girls these past 3 weeks has brought me so much joy and happiness. Playing, and spending time with them is a highlight of my day. Screaming and yelling used to make me yell to be quite but hearing them, is music to my ears. These girls have been saved from having to be sold into sex slavery. They are free to do what they want, and are safe from harm.
While walking to another part of Remember Nhu I had one of the little girls (Dora!) in my arms. Her head resting on my shoulder, made me cry a bit because today is our day. Last day to hold these girls and to love on them repeatedly. Last night was my last night, spending the night with the girls and I was sad. This place has been MY home for the past three weeks and leaving will be sad.
I know I will forever have a part of Remember Nhu in my heart, because I do call this place MY HOME!
some photo's from the month!
(Sarah) the youngest 1 1/2 years old.
2 of the 12 boys
Easter Sunday
Power went out, so we had candles
There are usally more girls but most went home for school break. Just picture 20- 30 more girls in this home alone.
Dad this on is for you. Look at my face!
Add a few fun ones at the end from the Elephant park.
I will miss you so much Thailand!
