As I spend time with these children at the end of my time in Uganda, I find that just looking at some of them makes my heart fall into my stomach and a feeling of sadness rushes through me. I have never felt this kind of sad before. I wonder to myself, What will he look like when he grows up? Will she still be at the school the next time I return to Lukaya? If I leave and don’t return for a year or more, will they remember me?
I do have
faith that the teachers and staff that take care of these kids will continue to
love and nourish them far into the future. In the most selfish way possible, I
wish I could stay here for that reason alone—to continue showing them how much
I love each of them. To say it in the simplest terms, I am attached to these munchkins.
I will always keep the memories from every child’s smiles, giggles, and hugs saved in my heart.
When we
returned from safari, I received heartbreaking news. I had barely set my stuff
down when Viola (Headmaster’s 3 yr. old daughter who lives next door) came
knocking at my door shouting in a sing-voice, “Apio is gone. Apio is not here.
Apio is goneeee…!” I was thinking, what on earth is this kid jabbering on
about? Then it hit me. My God, Apio is
gone. Constance (Apio and Viola’s auntie) stepped up to my veranda and
confirmed, “Yes, what Viola is trying to say is that Apio and Asano went to the
village for holiday. They left a few hours ago. They will visit their families
and return at the end of January.” The “village” in this case means a 10-hour
commute to Eastern Uganda.
I was
speechless. Even typing this gives me a tight feeling in my chest. I love those
little girls like family; I have no idea when I will be able to see them again.
The last time I spoke to Apio was Thursday night—she came to my door as she
does each evening and tapped gently then said:
“Auntie
Kristen…”
As I always
do, I replied, “Good evening, Apio. Are you going to bed now?”
“Good
evening. Yes, I go to sleep now.”
“Okay, well
sleep tight, Sweetheart! I love you lots.”
“And me, I
love you.”
“See you
tomorrow, Angel.”
“I will like
when I see you tomorrow, Auntie! Sula balungi! [Good night]”
Apio and I snuggling on my veranda at dusk earlier this year |
If I were
lucky enough to see her before I leave, I would say this: “Dearest Apio, I will
like to see you some day’s tomorrow
too. Until then, I hope you will always remember how deep my love for you
runs—how loud my prayers for your future are said—and how fondly I will always
look back to my year with you. Little darling, I love you.” I am kicking myself
for not having said it before.
These children have given me
something I can never repay. These kids have taught me to love first, be kind
second, and always remember that we are all here together. The worst of days
will never seem that bad with these lessons in mind.
I am sure I will shed many more
tears before I leave Uganda. I’m trying my “level best” to hang on to the
brilliantly happy good times I have shared with these kids and not spend too
much time worrying about the distance of time and space I am about to put
between us.
With love for those back home and
in Uganda,
Kristen
**Author’s note: I have been compiling this post for the last several weeks. In light of recent events, I published today’s blog with an even heavier heart. My thoughts and prayers are with those who were affected by the tragic loss of life in Connecticut.
**Author’s note: I have been compiling this post for the last several weeks. In light of recent events, I published today’s blog with an even heavier heart. My thoughts and prayers are with those who were affected by the tragic loss of life in Connecticut.
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