July 13
Most of the kids live at the orphanage, but some of them live in the slums, so there is a chance that I will never see them again. A lot of the kids at the orphanage have family members that live nearby. I don’t understand why they don’t try harder to take care of them. YoMa’s dad comes by the orphanage at least once a day to give YoMa money, or take money from him. It seems that he doesn’t have a job, or really try to get one. Some of the parents have HIV or Tuberculosis, so it’s a little more understandable why they give their kids up to somewhere safer.
July 14
The last few days have been so sweltering, no rain at all, which has been hard. We headed to a 3 story book store to buy gifts for the kids. Jamie and I got all the kids notebooks, pencils and pencil sharpeners. I bought a few of my favorite kids; Lavit, Lavin, Srey Neath & Heang, English-Khmer dictionaries.They may have hated them, but I wanted to encourage them to continue to learn english. I also bought some lesson books for the school to use.
July 15
Our last day at the orphanage was Sunday. The morning was fun, we went to the market to get last minute supplies and dinner for the kids. We played all morning, making bracelets, volleyball, drawing pictures for each other.. At one point, Srey Tok came up and wouldn’t let go of me. She walked me to the girls dorm and started to cry, which of course led to me crying as well.
The kids prepared a traditional Khmer dance for us, complete with costumes and makeup. It was so amazing!! They are all so adorable and dance so well. Even Sok Heng, who was in the seats watching with us, stood up and started dancing. Rath, Nirot and Heun preformed some hip hop dance numbers for us, which was amazing. They should all be backup dancers, or America’s Next Top Dance Crew. After they were done dancing, we all got up on stage and danced our butts off. Niroon, Sok Heng and YoMa did little breakdancing numbers, we danced as a group. It was such a blast. Our kids had bought sparklers, confetti shooters and party hats, so everyone was decked out to the nines.
For dinner, the kids were made fried chicken with corn. Seeing them eat until they were full, which never happens, was so thrilling.
After dinner, the mood changed to a more somber tone. Slowly kids started to start crying and hugging like their lives depended on it. I thought I could stay strong until I got in the tuk tuk, but seeing all these sweet, happy children so sad was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to see. Some were more hysterical than others, some held it in until our final goodbyes. Little Lavit just held my hand and sat in my lap, he didn’t start crying until the end. Lavin even told me, “I’m going to cry, and I don’t want to.” Nirot went around making fun of everyone who was crying, yet as we walked to the Tuk Tuk he wouldn’t let go of my hand. Srey Pi, Srey Tok, and Heang were sobbing, which made me cry even more. It was so hard, because I never wanted to let go of them, yet there were other kids I wanted to say goodbye to.
For me, knowing that I will be back to see them within a year, was a comforting thought. These poor kids though, even though I told them I’d see them next year, for them, they believe they may never see me again. It made it imperative in my mind to get back here to see them, whether with Lisa Marie and CGA or on my own. I love them too much, and they love me too much, for me to never come back.