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those we left behind

07 Mar

It is difficult to come home from a country like Ethiopia and not remember the people you met there. This was our second trip there so we have close to 2 thousand pictures and I always love it when Derek catches a single shot of a persons face. There are some faces you wish you could forget, but will never forget like the little boy with leprosy who came to us begging for money. He had no nose and his face was misshaped. On the trip we took last May the two little faces Derek and I could get out of our minds were the faces of our new daughters. The trip we just returned from we did not do much sightseeing or even walking around the community (honestly, we weren’t there long enough) so the faces that really stick in my mind are the kids in the Care Center where our girls are living. In this home the kids seem happier and we were not bombarded when we arrived because all the children at the Care Center have a family and are just waiting for court or embassy dates. We had the privilege of making some new friends from North Carolina (Teresa and Ty) who were going to court for their two precious babies. She was telling me when she arrived at the Care Center to meet their babies for the first time she was greeted by a young boy with a small bag in his hand and said, “Mom, I am ready to go.”  He obviously had her mistaken with someone else and so she explained that she was not his mother. We both assumed because he and his sister were in the Care Center that they had a family and he had just made a mistake. Teresa emailed me the other day to tell me that she had asked our agency director who this boys family was so she could send them the pictures she had taken of him. Our agency director told her that the boy and his sister did not have a family. In fact they had been brought in from a prostitutes home and because of that had very little chance of being adopted. I can’t imagine how difficult it would be to be surrounded by children who had families and that were daily anticipating being reunited with those families. This boy was so incredibly sweet and his sister is good friends with our girls.

There is another child I can not stop thinking about and I actually never met her. There was a family also staying at our Guest House who was adopting a 14 year old who was in a Catholic orphanage. One afternoon the head Nun gave this mother a list of older children who desperately needed homes and asked her to do whatever she could to help find them homes. The next day when this family came to visit their daughter, a girl who is almost 15 years old came to the mother and said,” I don’t think my name was on that list the Nun gave you.” She continued to tell the lady that she and her brother had a family from India that wanted to adopt them but well into the adoption test results came back showing that her brother was HIV positive and in India you can not adopt children that are HIV+.  So, since she is just a few months shy of her 15th birthday she said this was her last chance at finding a home. These stories are so sad and yet I can’t help but wonder how many other children are in the same hopeless situation.

One more things before I end this posting. At some point in writing this blog I began to recall a blog my sister wrote last year that sounded similar to this blog. I went back to see what it was she had written and she too had written about the unforgettable orphans in Ethiopia and she zeroed in on the story of two sisters who desperately needed a home and those girls are now our daughters!

The little guy in the green shirt is the one that thought he had a family already...

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Posted by on March 7, 2012 in the journey

 

One response to “those we left behind

  1. angie1234567

    April 4, 2012 at 9:27 pm

    The little boy who thought he had a family…can you e-mail me about him? He is in all the pics I’m seeing with Habtamu.
    Thanks! angie

    promqueen216@yahoo.com

     

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