As we arrived the kids greeted me. Some remembered me, others not so much. Class had started, and I headed in and found my seat. They were learning to sound words out. As intriguing as that was, I was taken over by thoughts. My hunger was part of it, but that was not important at all. I realized these kids' routines everyday are much like mine, although not at all. I have soccer after school. The kids who want to play soccer here have to find a ball or make one out of paper. The things we have and can choose to do as after school activities are a privilege we take for granted. I am sure many of the girls at this school would love to do ballet or boys to play basketball or lacrosse or learn an instrument, but they sadly don't have that choice.
As lunch started, I decided I wanted to get to know some of the children's stories. I sat with a couple of them. I sat with Dalia, Elea and Ayubu, all of which had very interesting stories. Dalia's family is what we call poor, most of their money goes to the schooling for her. That's why many of us should be donating to get little kids in schools so that it isn't ripping families apart like Dalia's. When Dalia's Dad realized they had no more money, he ran away and tried making a living for himself. So, now Dalia is being raised by a single mom with two other siblings. Elea's story was very interesting to me, her Mom and Dad work very hard to make a living for her. Her parent's are big believers in the next generation, they have two kids who they are trying to make their lives amazing. They both work all week, two jobs each. They make sure their kids get the tools to excel in whatever they want to. Ayubu was a very reserved little girl, she didn't want to share her story. So, I let her just think rather than share. My perspective on her was her life at home was not enjoyable, which is a big disappointment to me.
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