Departure Day
Parting is such sweet sorrow. The children from the orphanage walk by our dining area every morning as we are having breakfast. They are wearing their school uniforms, white shirts and blue skirts for the girls and blue shorts for the boys. It really choked me up to know that I would never see them again, they gave me so much joy. Their beautiful dark faces, shy smiles, joyful dancing. Inside I know they must hurt, no mommies or daddies.
Then it was time to say goodbye to my new friends, I will see some of them again. We will continue our friendships.
Driving away in the van the farm becomes a thing of my past, an experience I will cherish all the days of my life.
We have also formed relationships with our van driver. We have spent a lot of time with him. Mahinda, he took us to many places. He was always accommodating our desires, coca cola, king coconut, shops, refuge camps, interpreting at medical sites, counting to ensure that nobody got lost or left behind. Getting the best prices for us.
I’m at the airport now, on the way to Paris. Unfortunately there will be no time to get out of the airport, from there to London were we will spend the night.
