The first few days were harder than I thought. A lot of the kids have brothers and sisters with two parents at home, but were convinced to send one child to Bangla Hope for a better life or the family didn’t want one of their children. Because of this there is a lot of pain and with that comes anger that tears people down. Many of the kids will be sweet for a minute and then decide they hated me just because of something microscopic. Everyday I never know who is going to love or hate me. It’s hard when all the kids need love but you only have one voice, two eyes, ears, hands, and feet. I pray everyday for wisdom, patience, and most of all love.
Usually there is never one on one time with a kid because there are always kids using me as a tree, screaming, and shouting anything and everything to you. “Look over here! Play with me! Listen to me! Help me! Look at me!” This is just the way it is, and now my voice has been out for a week.