The Fourteenth Orphan
November 2, 2013 1:59pm CST
Amongst the fourteen orphans that I visit every Friday, the oldest never joined the rosary prayers, nor the catechism that follows. Yesterday though, I was surprised that right after the children and I made the sign of the cross, she came out of the house and knelt with us in the praying place. I thought then that perhaps she would leave after the prayers, but again I was surprised that she held the three littlest ones on the bench seat, and listened to me the whole hour I narrated the story of Noah and his Ark, and the marvelous Arc of the Covenant. Gave the girls Cream'O, and she came near me to say Thank You. Gave her a smile in return. I was happy. But then, as I made my way out, Trisha (a younger girl) whispered, I know Creamy'O is good but I like the egg and cheese sandwich better. I am boiling a dozen eggs right now.
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11 Nov 13
I miss the children the moment I leave their home. They are so beautiful, trusting, loving, spontaneous, candid, and they say thanks sincerely for any little thing you give them, as if the tumblers I passed on to them are the nicest things they ever received. Yesterday, I attended the 9 am Mass, and I was surprised two little lassies sat beside me, and then I discovered the two were Kim and Rose, in lovely hand-me-down dresses. Now I get to see them Sundays, too. :)