It has been said the eyes are the windows to your heart and soul. That was the case at the home for the sick and dying babies. In a tiny room 20 cribs are crammed in with little room to walk. One or two workers feed, clean, and change the almost toddlers. Every child is reaching up to you as you walk in the room. These huge eyes and absolutely beautiful brown faces are just craving human touch. Each child holds on so tight. When I decide to put a child back in their crib, they cry and reach for you to come back. We help feed little ones in another room. As I am feeding a precious tiny boy, I see a little girl giving orders to other children to get out of her way. She is busy stacking chairs and pushing them into the corner. She is working so hard. Some children have bands on their arm or leg that says their name and date of birth. This band means they have parents.
Outside an American is playing a ukulele and singing with his teenage daughter. The faces are lit up clapping and playing with some instruments.One tiny boy catches my eye. He comes outside on a mission. He fands a tamberine and a stick. Of course, another child has it but he finds awayto get it into his hands. He is smailing ear to ear. He sits down and starts beating to the music. Then he adds an extra beat with his hand. This boy has rythnm! Right in the middle of the little drummer boy's concert, another boy wants to join in. The struggle begins.
There is such happiness on their face when they they have so little human contact and attention.
Written by Team Member Jill
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