“Here am I . . .”
As I lie on the floor in a blue blanket, my whole body hurts. This is no way to sleep. I close my eyes, but I cannot stop crying. Dear God, please keep them safe and warm.

Uninvited, I simply showed up.
Ten miles from my hotel somewhere in Rwanda there is rumored to be a private orphanage. There on a teaching assignment, I have an open day. I have to visit this orphanage. I don’t know why. The director, Liliana, spots me coming up the walk. The orphanage »

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