Becca

I have thought about Becca so much this week. There are so many children here that are her age. The children here are covered with dust, a sandy dirt. Their heads, their feet, their clothes. There are small crowds of children alone, always alone, carrying one another on their backs. I passed a little girl, sitting alone outside a house playing with a piece of metal, with no one around. No one cares where they go, what they do, all day long. Most don’t know how old they are, with no formal record of their existence. So, I see Becca everywhere, keep thinking ‘We would never let Becca go barefoot in that garbage. We would never let Becca wear that- its not even an outfit, just a torn piece of cloth. We would never leave her alone.’ I think of Becca how she is constantly full of pure joy and smiles, taking in the world in awe. How Mim and Vince treasure every single new little thing she learns or discovers.

*After writing this blog, I found out that Becca was sick this week, really dehydrated with a fever and had to go to the hospital for an IV. It really made me miss her and feel like she’s so far away. I went back and re-read this blog, realizing that kids around here die from that kind of stuff all the time. I wish I could give her wild and crazy kisses that make her laugh. Thank you God for her family and for her health. I love you Uz-Becca-Stan.