The small kids have returned to school and it is much more quiet with only the high school kids. In 6 days we survived their visit with only 5 wet beds, 1 broken water pipe, many misc items "accidently" thrown down the out house toilet, and one kid locking himself in the bathroom. The youngest reminds me of a cross between Dennis the Menance and Curious George.... nothing inside or outside the house went unturned. The first evening after they left even Mama Mwangi was falling asleep sitting up before 9pm.
Although full of endless energy there were times they would just sit and chat. As they were helping mama make chapati one piped up "my mom and dad are dead. I never knew my mom and my dad was really old". Then another responded "my mom is dead too". Mama M assured them they will be okay because we are here to take care of them. It breaks my heart to hear this from such young kids. I think of their mothers looking down on them and being comforted knowing we are caring for their babies.
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