At random times throughout my day, I find myself counting seven hours forward, transporting myself right back to the orphanage.
I am walking down the worn path.
Climbing the red steps with the shiny green railings, past the photos of the the cute children hanging crooked on the wall.
I can hear the crying pouring from the windows; I can smell the boiled potatoes. I imagine myself doing more for those children that I saw everyday, being more bold, more brave. Daring to pick them all up, bring them food, kiss their cheeks, open the gates and run with them all, far, far away.
This is Victoria's room. It doesn't look so bad, except when you consider there was no love here.
Honestly, I trudged through the gates everyday, feeling like I was carrying a load of bricks on my back. Most days, I wanted to run from what I saw, powerless to stop it. My mind became numb. I checked my watch to see when I could get out of there. More than once did I wonder if one child, or if anyone, even mattered if no one even knew about them.
But, I knew them and I cared. Maybe in some small way, if I always remember them, it will matter a little to them? Maybe if I don't give up trying to change things, someday everyone will know them?
My friend, Carla, is adopting a sweet boy named Henry with arthrogryposis, just like Victoria has. They are traveling soon and really need help!
By the way, some important news! I took the girls to the doctor today and Francesca and has gained seven pounds since she has been with me!!! And, are you ready for this? Victoria has gained three pounds!! Whoo-hooo!!!