MacKenzie handing out snacks to the toddlers in the pavilion |
Chris (Laurie's husband) spent the afternoon with us in the Toddler House to get a feel for what our daily job is. He's been fixing washing machines and changing light bulbs around the orphanage. Before that he was working on wiring and the electrical for the medium boys house which got a new roof put on. Here in Honduras, putting on a new roof means completely taking off the old roof until there are only 4 walls to the house and replacing all of the wood roof frame and then the roof itself...it's not simply re-shingling.
There was a buzz this morning about supper this evening. Katja let all of the houses know she'd be bringing cream and cheese around to all of the houses so they needed to plan accordingly. Mirna (the cook for the Toddler House) wanted to make eggs, but didn't have enough oil, so she asked us if we had some. I didn't, however Laurie did and had Rachel give it to her and tell her that she'd like the left-overs. I'm guessing there was something lost in the translation, because Mirna used an ENTIRE BOTTLE of oil on the supper. She felt terrible when Laurie came back looking for the left-over oil. Supper consisted of eggs with onions and cheese sprinkled over a tortilla and then cream on top...YUM.
After the kiddos were showered and put to bed and dishes were washed, Alina and I headed to the school playground where the small girls were playing. I chatted with Reina and Yolani (2 big girls who help out and live with the small girls that I've gotten to know over the years) while Alina played with the small girls. There was a little boy they were chatting with, although I didn't catch his name, whose hands and body were badly burnt. They told me that he was at Emmanuel because his mom purposely pushed him into a fire which was burning garbage because she didn't want him. As they were telling me this, the little boy agreed that was what truly happened and added to the story. Many of his fingers are bent because his scared tissue underneath the knuckles will not allow for his fingers to straighten. This boy is living in the power toddler house, so is most likely only 5 or 6 years old. My heart just broke for him.
Alina and I ended the night sitting next to the water fountain in front of the church and just admiring God's creation of nature around us. What a way to end the evening!