Amiga, they call out and I remember seeing how they live and I’m heartbroken. They walk to school away from their houses made out of dirt, their days filled with work in the fields. They leave their hard lives and walk to school with their heads up ready to start a new life. They call with all their hearts asking for help. They call to come play, but most of all for friendship. They don’t care if you’re dirty, they don’t care if you’re beautiful, they look straight into your heart and accept you for who you are.
They walk home to maybe their alcoholic mother and sick farther, but still their heads are high. I realize this is a helping hand for them not so much an opportunity for us, and I turn around and run in their direction.
By Sinclaire
Amigas! I miss you and what you are doing and experiencing. I can't wait to hear about it all. You all shine in my heart. When does John join you. When do you all come home. Thank you for being there and leaving little bits of your hearts there to grow in those people you have touched. Muchos besos y un enorme abrazo para las tres, Meli
ReplyDeleteHello wonderful girlies. I miss you so much, but I think there is no place better for you to be than where you are. Reading about you makes me smile and laugh and sometimes even cry. You are so amazing and brave and open, and your experiences make me want to hop on a plane and join you this second, and if not that,at least do something similar soon. I know I sound like a uppity old woman, but I am so proud of you. I am in awe of all that you have done, and I cannot wait to see you again. All my love,
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