Friday we spent the day at CIPI, which is like a halfway point for kids when the government doesn't know where to put them. They're typically only there for about 3 months.
We did a project on Moses (pictures on Facebook of our wonderful crafts) and it seems like the girls there are warming up to us. It's hard because we know that they have definitely been hurt in their lives and don't know who they can trust. And, no offense to anyone, it's hard to for them to know which "gringos" they can trust when most of them just stop in for a day and never see the girls again.
As for The Promise House, Glenda and her mom (Tatiana, Taty for short) moved out on Saturday, which is really difficult for me to accept. For those of you who haven't kept up with my trips before, Glenda and her mom Taty, and Miguel and his mom Marta, have been at the house all three years, so I've grown close to them. Especially the kids. Mainly because the kids don't understand that I don't speak their language, so they just keep talking to me and I eventually figure them out. But Marta and Miguel moved to CIPI on Monday, so I've been able to see them when I go to CIPI. We thought Glenda and Taty would go there too, but now they're sort of being adopted by a family from the church, which is great. I'm just being selfish about it. But Glenda and Taty go to our church so we get to see them on Sunday's.
Speaking of which, we saw them today at church, and Glenda ran and just jumped on me, and held onto my neck. Then she went to Katie and would not come to me or talk to me until we dropped her off in her class. I was really worried about it, because I didn't know if I did something to make her mad or anything like that. And I think it's because she was worried she wasn't going to see me again, so when she did she jumped on me and held on, and then she realized she was showing her emotions, which she never does. It's kind of like the girls at CIPI; they don't know which gringos really care. But, as we were walking out of service, the Orphan Helpers bus was leaving, and Glenda was looking out the window, and when she saw me I blew her a kiss and she smiled and blew one back. So hopefully we're okay.
For everyone reading, please just pray for these girls. Most of them have to go back with their abusive families, and it's awful. I don't know how to help any of them. I'm just heart broken.
We did a project on Moses (pictures on Facebook of our wonderful crafts) and it seems like the girls there are warming up to us. It's hard because we know that they have definitely been hurt in their lives and don't know who they can trust. And, no offense to anyone, it's hard to for them to know which "gringos" they can trust when most of them just stop in for a day and never see the girls again.
As for The Promise House, Glenda and her mom (Tatiana, Taty for short) moved out on Saturday, which is really difficult for me to accept. For those of you who haven't kept up with my trips before, Glenda and her mom Taty, and Miguel and his mom Marta, have been at the house all three years, so I've grown close to them. Especially the kids. Mainly because the kids don't understand that I don't speak their language, so they just keep talking to me and I eventually figure them out. But Marta and Miguel moved to CIPI on Monday, so I've been able to see them when I go to CIPI. We thought Glenda and Taty would go there too, but now they're sort of being adopted by a family from the church, which is great. I'm just being selfish about it. But Glenda and Taty go to our church so we get to see them on Sunday's.
Speaking of which, we saw them today at church, and Glenda ran and just jumped on me, and held onto my neck. Then she went to Katie and would not come to me or talk to me until we dropped her off in her class. I was really worried about it, because I didn't know if I did something to make her mad or anything like that. And I think it's because she was worried she wasn't going to see me again, so when she did she jumped on me and held on, and then she realized she was showing her emotions, which she never does. It's kind of like the girls at CIPI; they don't know which gringos really care. But, as we were walking out of service, the Orphan Helpers bus was leaving, and Glenda was looking out the window, and when she saw me I blew her a kiss and she smiled and blew one back. So hopefully we're okay.
For everyone reading, please just pray for these girls. Most of them have to go back with their abusive families, and it's awful. I don't know how to help any of them. I'm just heart broken.
(This picture is of Miguel and I)
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