“Ate, (older sister), our friend is dead.” Said the little girls on the street corner which we visit regularly. Squatting on a piece of cardboard with a couple of girls, I asked startled “What happened?!” A group of them had gone swimming at a river the day before. A boy who was new in the gang leaped bravely from a higher ledge into the water but did not surface. They desperately dove in to search for him but had to sadly admit that he was dead. I sat sadly on the cardboard at that street corner with my little friends, didn't know what to say. After such a traumatic experience, these children were looking for answers. Gina (eleven years old and often high on sniffing glue) said “Maybe someday I can live with you?” The Father’s House is for children like her who nobody cares for. “Yes”, I said and hoped that she would not change her mind.
Gina didn't change her mind. She lives with us for a few months already and turned into a little princess who loves to study in school. What a miracle!
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