Oldest daughter returned to us on Sunday evening, itching from bed bugs bites. She loved and she hated it at the children’s home, which is, I suppose, the way it is with all things like that.
It was exhausting and difficult work. Constant crying, she says, from morning to night, because there were not enough people volunteering to work over the weeks around Christmas. That’s one of the parts she hated.
And there is a fair bit of corruption, locally, that shows up in things like portable jungle gyms appearing before a dignitary’s visit and disappearing two hours after he left. That’s another part to hate.
But then, she got to hang around with cute kids like the one above and feel needed by them. And that’s where the loved it came in.