From the clinic we went to Maung Maung's house to see some of the new paintings he had done. They were so amazing. He has so much talent. Then we went for lunch with him. After food we went to the farm to set up for our goodbye party with the safe house girls. We decorated the gazebo and kitchen with lights and balloons. It all looked really good.
The party started at 7pm. When the girls arrived they all greeted us with hugs saying 'Good evening'. It was the sweetest thing. First we cut the ribbon for the kitchen, and then the group from SIAST read their speech. It was so heart felt and perfect for these girls. Afterwards, the girls sang us Christmas songs. They all have such beautiful voices. It made me cry.
Then we opened up the gazebo. I read a little speech about Morgan and the dedication. I almost made it through without crying, but by the end I was a mess. I cut the ribbon and everyone walked into the gazebo for the first time. Every single person, 40 of us, fit into the gazebo and had a place to sit. It was amazing, and felt so right sitting in there with the girls. Morgan was definitely there with us; I could feel her smiling. I just know she will keep an eye on them. And the girls absolutely loved the gazebo. You could see the wonder in their eyes. Once we were in the gazebo, the girls sang a couple more songs, one being a memorial song. You could see how much heart they were putting into the song. It was so touching to see and hear. It could not have been more perfect.
From there we sent off a bunch of floating lanterns into the nights' sky, up to Morgan. It was beautiful. And something I have always wanted to do for Morgan. It was wonderful to share it with the safe house girls.
Then we taught the girls how to make smores, something they have never seen before. It was entertaining. We basically just showed them how it's done, and once we put the last cracker on top of the chocolate and marshmellow they all understood and got super excited. They pretty much all burnt their marshmellows, but they loved it.
After our feast came the dancing! It all started with some of the girls doing the Gangham Style dance. We tried to get them to teach us, but they were pretty shy at first. So then a few of the girls did a traditional dance for us. And then they challenged us to dance. So we did a line dance. Back to the girls; they did a cute song with some actions to it. Then we busted out the chicken dance, and the girls loved it! So we taught them how to do it, and from there we went through a bunch of songs we all knew. If you are happy and you know it, hokey pokey, head shoulders knees and toes, and a couple of their songs. I can't even express in words how much fun we had.
Maria, one of the caretakers, said over and over again how the girls had never had that much fun before. It was all smiles for everyone. And it felt so good to be a part of that. We bonded much more deeply with the girls that night. When it came time to say goodbye it was heart wrenching. They sang us a thank you song and then proceeded to shake our hands and hug us all. Some of the girls took our hands and raised it to their foreheads. Erin said this was a form of a blessing. Wow! Maria also told us that they had been praying for a home, and that their prayers had been answered. She continued to say that we were all part of the answer. Commence water works. Was that ever powerful to hear. The last night in Mae Sot was so incredibly perfect. And I think if I learned one thing from these girls it would be to love those around me wholeheartedly and unconditionally.
12.13.2012
12.12.2012
Last Days' Adventure in Mae Sot
12/12/12.. that has to be good luck, right?
Well, yesterday was a big day. We went out for a delicious early breakfast in downtown Mae Sot, and then we walked around the market. It is always interesting to see, but the smells were making me so sick. There is raw meat and fish everywhere. And pig heads. And frogs. And crickets. You name it, it is probably there. I had a hard time eating any meat for the rest of the day.
From the market we went for a tour of Mae Tao Clinic. Dr. Cynthia, who has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, started this clinic years ago for the displaced Burmese people. We saw some pretty incredible stuff. Maung Maung, a phenomenal Burmese artist, gave us the tour.
We started off in the maternity ward. We handed out maternity packs to the new mothers, and ogled their precious newborns. We got to see some premature babies, as well, thankfully babies and mothers were all doing well. But there was an isolated room. It housed very sick and/or abandoned babies. The baby closest to the door was the only one I noticed, and she had what I assume is a brain tumor. It was so unbelievably heartbreaking. Her parents abandoned her there. We also learned that the clinic sees about 500 failed abortion cases a year. That is terrifying to me.
We moved onto the prosthetic shop from the baby clinic. There were a few people there who needed new proshetics made. We were able to hear the story of a husband and wife who both have a leg blown off from landmines. It was so touching to hear the ordeal they have been through and yet how strong they have had to be. They had to move forward, for their children. Seeing the effects, with my own eyes, of what the Burmese government and army have done made everything more real.
We also visited the surgical building. We met woman there who had both of her legs blown off by landmines, one completely gone and the other above the knee. She was only 18 when it happened. She has been at the clinic for 10 years, and probably won't leave. Her life is so limited now, but she still helps others at the clinic. It makes me so sad, and sick to my stomach, that there are people in this world capable of these atrocious acts on human life.
There is also a dental, accupuncture and eye clinic at Mae Tao.
To be continued...
Well, yesterday was a big day. We went out for a delicious early breakfast in downtown Mae Sot, and then we walked around the market. It is always interesting to see, but the smells were making me so sick. There is raw meat and fish everywhere. And pig heads. And frogs. And crickets. You name it, it is probably there. I had a hard time eating any meat for the rest of the day.
From the market we went for a tour of Mae Tao Clinic. Dr. Cynthia, who has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, started this clinic years ago for the displaced Burmese people. We saw some pretty incredible stuff. Maung Maung, a phenomenal Burmese artist, gave us the tour.
We started off in the maternity ward. We handed out maternity packs to the new mothers, and ogled their precious newborns. We got to see some premature babies, as well, thankfully babies and mothers were all doing well. But there was an isolated room. It housed very sick and/or abandoned babies. The baby closest to the door was the only one I noticed, and she had what I assume is a brain tumor. It was so unbelievably heartbreaking. Her parents abandoned her there. We also learned that the clinic sees about 500 failed abortion cases a year. That is terrifying to me.
We moved onto the prosthetic shop from the baby clinic. There were a few people there who needed new proshetics made. We were able to hear the story of a husband and wife who both have a leg blown off from landmines. It was so touching to hear the ordeal they have been through and yet how strong they have had to be. They had to move forward, for their children. Seeing the effects, with my own eyes, of what the Burmese government and army have done made everything more real.
We also visited the surgical building. We met woman there who had both of her legs blown off by landmines, one completely gone and the other above the knee. She was only 18 when it happened. She has been at the clinic for 10 years, and probably won't leave. Her life is so limited now, but she still helps others at the clinic. It makes me so sad, and sick to my stomach, that there are people in this world capable of these atrocious acts on human life.
There is also a dental, accupuncture and eye clinic at Mae Tao.
To be continued...
12.10.2012
Ups and Downs
Today was a mix of a great day, and a sad day. We travelled to Burma for the first time. We drove in trucks with supplies that we were bringing to a school in Burma. Thailand and Burma are basically separated by a river, so we loaded up a boat and drove to the other side of the bank. We technically crossed illegally, but it was just easier. Once we got into Burma we rode on an iron ox up to the school. We were the first group to visit these kids, and it was only their third time seeing white people. We did a quick introduction, and then we split into groups. The older girls made bracelets, the older boys played games, and I played Duck Duck Goose with the younger kids. It was interesting trying to teach the game to kids aged 4 and younger who do not speak English. They were all so shy at first, understandably. Once we got rolling, though, they had a blast. It was the cutest thing! We also handed out small wooden cars to the boys, and dolls and teddy's to the girls. They all got super excited and hyper after that. The boys started driving their cars all over the place, and the girls were playing with their dolls. I showed some of the kids how to play hop skotch, as well. I hope they continue to play the games we taught them. They had so much fun, as did we. They are such sweet kids.
In the afternoon we did a distribution at Sky Blue School. I can't say much about this school online, but I can describe the emotions I felt. Seeing some of the things here makes me so mad at the Burmese government. How can there be people in this world who are so heartless? How can they do this to their own people? I get so outraged. I will never understand it, and that is what gets me so heated about it. Visiting this school is when I really start to get upset with how unfair it is. In Canada, we have absolutely nothing to worry about compared to these people. How did it get so bad? Why has it gone on so long? Why can't anyone interfere? It is just such bullshit. People hardly even know what is going on. I didn't even hear of Burma until SIAST got involved with Global Neighbors. I just want to see substantial change. Promises that are kept. It is so much easier to be peaceful than keep up this fight. They don't even know what they are fighting about anymore. It is just about power. That is so wrong. This makes me so mad I am practically crying. It is days like this where I want to go home and shake the money out of people. We can help make the lives of these people more enjoyable; worth living. Thirty dollars can change a life.
In the afternoon we did a distribution at Sky Blue School. I can't say much about this school online, but I can describe the emotions I felt. Seeing some of the things here makes me so mad at the Burmese government. How can there be people in this world who are so heartless? How can they do this to their own people? I get so outraged. I will never understand it, and that is what gets me so heated about it. Visiting this school is when I really start to get upset with how unfair it is. In Canada, we have absolutely nothing to worry about compared to these people. How did it get so bad? Why has it gone on so long? Why can't anyone interfere? It is just such bullshit. People hardly even know what is going on. I didn't even hear of Burma until SIAST got involved with Global Neighbors. I just want to see substantial change. Promises that are kept. It is so much easier to be peaceful than keep up this fight. They don't even know what they are fighting about anymore. It is just about power. That is so wrong. This makes me so mad I am practically crying. It is days like this where I want to go home and shake the money out of people. We can help make the lives of these people more enjoyable; worth living. Thirty dollars can change a life.
12.09.2012
Musings
I keep having to break up my posts because I don't seem to have much time to write in my journal, let alone update my blog. We are down to only two days left in Mae Sot. I am so sad this trip is almost over. I feel ready to go home, but I never want to leav/e. What a conundrum.
So continuing from my last post, we left Mae La camp for the Thai Karen village where we spent the night. It is a village where not a single soul speaks English, and we sleep on mats on the floor. It was a great experience on my last trip, and it did not disappoint again this year.
The next morning, which would have been December 7th, we went to a remote waterfall. We drove most of the way up a scary cliffside road/path. Then we walked a short distance to the waterfall. Wow, was it ever breathtaking! I have never been to a waterfall like this before. We swam right up to it. The force of the wind it created was not expected. It was one of the coolest things I have ever seen. And the feelings it evoked in me were not expected either. This waterfall is literally in the middle of nowhere. The only people who have ever seen it are locals and Global Neighbors travellers. It felt so peaceful to be there. The fact that the Earth can have such hidden beauty in it is amazing. The way I felt at the waterfall is something I will never forget. Free. I felt so free. Like everything will be okay.
December 8th: We spent the morning at the farm. More planting and staining was done at the garden, which is really starting to take shape. Half of the group spent the morning organizing supplies for a couple more distributions. We did a distribution at a school I have never been to in the afternoon. Once again, I wanted to take home all of the kids. The headmasters name is Jim, and what a wonderful man he is. He has made his school self sufficient. He has so much determination to teach these kids practical life tools. They have banana trees, pigs, geese, turkeys, and catfish. They eat what they can, sell what is left, and feed the animals what can't be sold. They also use pig manure as fertilizer for the banana trees. Not many migrant schools have this kind of drive to live good, normal lives. It was so refreshing to see, and instills yet more determination in me to help others get to this point. It has been such a priviledge to meet all of these wonderful people like Jim. I look up to them, and if I could be half of the person they are I will havr lived a very gratifying life.
Today was Sunday, our free day. Last night we stayed up late drinking and playing games. It was great to bond as a group. Because of the late night, I slept in this morning. I spent the first part of the afternoon down by the pool, and got some colour. Then I went to the Moei market for a couple hours. Overall, it was a nice relaxing day.
I have found that lately in life I have really been doubting peoples' intentions. I just feel like we will destroy ourselves with our lack of consideration, respect and compassion for each other. But by coming here I have restored some of my faith in humanity. Maybe it has not been destroyed afterall. But it is quite sad that the only people who show humanity are those with next to nothing in their lives. It is so mind blowing how these people can be so happy with very few possessions. They care so much about each other, not what or how much they own. Why can't we think like that back home? Why can't we care abou each other more than our jobs or how much money we have? Simplicity. I wany that in my life. I feel like money ruins people. And I have seen that too much with people I care about. Money does not amount to much at the end of your life. The way you lived your life, and the experiences you created or grabbed hold of are what determine if you had a successful life. At least in my opinion. The bottom line is that this trip makes me believe that we will be okay as a society. Good, selfless people do still exist.
I am also realizing how much I feel at peace here. I have no stress or worries. I feel calm, whole, happy. I want to feel like this at home, in my everyday life. I want these feelings fo myself, for everyone I love, and for the people I am meeting here. When I am helping others I feel content with my life. It feels like this is what I should be doing with my life, not sitting at a computer designing homes for people with too much money. I want to make helping others my life work, but how one does that is something I do not know. It just gives me so much satisfaction and purpose. I feel like it brings out the best in me, and that is so rewarding when my life has been so dark lately. I want to be a good person. I find that my mind is so clear here. I can think things through and calm myself down. I can let my emotions out, and talk to people who are on the same wave length as me. These people get it.
The last thing I wanted to mention before I go to bed is the reaction I have been getting in regards to my tattoo. I did not expect so much positivity. Tattoos on females is not regarded very highly over here. I know last time I was here I got some negative attention. But my arm makes every single person stare. I have gotten so many people telling me how beautiful it is, and some people even come up to me and touch my arm. One guy even took a picture! It makes me so happy to show off how beautiful Morgan was. I feel like she is with me in so many ways, and this tattoo is one of them.
Well I am now officially caught up. Tomorrow is a new day, with new adventures.
So continuing from my last post, we left Mae La camp for the Thai Karen village where we spent the night. It is a village where not a single soul speaks English, and we sleep on mats on the floor. It was a great experience on my last trip, and it did not disappoint again this year.
The next morning, which would have been December 7th, we went to a remote waterfall. We drove most of the way up a scary cliffside road/path. Then we walked a short distance to the waterfall. Wow, was it ever breathtaking! I have never been to a waterfall like this before. We swam right up to it. The force of the wind it created was not expected. It was one of the coolest things I have ever seen. And the feelings it evoked in me were not expected either. This waterfall is literally in the middle of nowhere. The only people who have ever seen it are locals and Global Neighbors travellers. It felt so peaceful to be there. The fact that the Earth can have such hidden beauty in it is amazing. The way I felt at the waterfall is something I will never forget. Free. I felt so free. Like everything will be okay.
December 8th: We spent the morning at the farm. More planting and staining was done at the garden, which is really starting to take shape. Half of the group spent the morning organizing supplies for a couple more distributions. We did a distribution at a school I have never been to in the afternoon. Once again, I wanted to take home all of the kids. The headmasters name is Jim, and what a wonderful man he is. He has made his school self sufficient. He has so much determination to teach these kids practical life tools. They have banana trees, pigs, geese, turkeys, and catfish. They eat what they can, sell what is left, and feed the animals what can't be sold. They also use pig manure as fertilizer for the banana trees. Not many migrant schools have this kind of drive to live good, normal lives. It was so refreshing to see, and instills yet more determination in me to help others get to this point. It has been such a priviledge to meet all of these wonderful people like Jim. I look up to them, and if I could be half of the person they are I will havr lived a very gratifying life.
Today was Sunday, our free day. Last night we stayed up late drinking and playing games. It was great to bond as a group. Because of the late night, I slept in this morning. I spent the first part of the afternoon down by the pool, and got some colour. Then I went to the Moei market for a couple hours. Overall, it was a nice relaxing day.
I have found that lately in life I have really been doubting peoples' intentions. I just feel like we will destroy ourselves with our lack of consideration, respect and compassion for each other. But by coming here I have restored some of my faith in humanity. Maybe it has not been destroyed afterall. But it is quite sad that the only people who show humanity are those with next to nothing in their lives. It is so mind blowing how these people can be so happy with very few possessions. They care so much about each other, not what or how much they own. Why can't we think like that back home? Why can't we care abou each other more than our jobs or how much money we have? Simplicity. I wany that in my life. I feel like money ruins people. And I have seen that too much with people I care about. Money does not amount to much at the end of your life. The way you lived your life, and the experiences you created or grabbed hold of are what determine if you had a successful life. At least in my opinion. The bottom line is that this trip makes me believe that we will be okay as a society. Good, selfless people do still exist.
I am also realizing how much I feel at peace here. I have no stress or worries. I feel calm, whole, happy. I want to feel like this at home, in my everyday life. I want these feelings fo myself, for everyone I love, and for the people I am meeting here. When I am helping others I feel content with my life. It feels like this is what I should be doing with my life, not sitting at a computer designing homes for people with too much money. I want to make helping others my life work, but how one does that is something I do not know. It just gives me so much satisfaction and purpose. I feel like it brings out the best in me, and that is so rewarding when my life has been so dark lately. I want to be a good person. I find that my mind is so clear here. I can think things through and calm myself down. I can let my emotions out, and talk to people who are on the same wave length as me. These people get it.
The last thing I wanted to mention before I go to bed is the reaction I have been getting in regards to my tattoo. I did not expect so much positivity. Tattoos on females is not regarded very highly over here. I know last time I was here I got some negative attention. But my arm makes every single person stare. I have gotten so many people telling me how beautiful it is, and some people even come up to me and touch my arm. One guy even took a picture! It makes me so happy to show off how beautiful Morgan was. I feel like she is with me in so many ways, and this tattoo is one of them.
Well I am now officially caught up. Tomorrow is a new day, with new adventures.
Halfway
On December 5th we spent the morning planting the garden. It is going to look so good! I am excited to see it in a couple years when it is fully grown. I think Morgan would love it. It gives me peace to look at it, and I just hope it does the same for the girls who will be living there. There is still some work to do on the sign. I went with Denton to get a hand carved wooden border to dress up the sign I had made. It explains the dedication to Morgan, and I think it is going to look so awesome when it's finished.
For the afternoon we finally were able to meet the girls we are building the safe house project for. They hold such a special place in my heart now. The sweetest girls. We took them to a national park to hang out and have a picnic. Watching the girls interact for only a few minutes, you can see how much they care for each oher. They get along so well, and there was so much laughter. We still haven't heard their stories, like how they have come to be where they are. But we have arranged for one of the caretakers to explain it to us. I want to know, but am also scared for what I might learn. I am sure it will be hard to hear because all I know are their smiling faces right now.
There was a waterfall at the park. It was beautiful. The girls beelined for it and started climbing it. It wasn't a huge cliff waterfall, it sort of gradually stepped up. Made for good climbing. We naturally followed the girls up the waterfall. It was incredible, but I sure felt the climb in my muscles the next day. I ended up climbing beside a couple of the younger girls and one of their caretakers. It was fun helping the girls climb and so great to see them trusting me.
After our exhilarating climb, we just hung out with the girls. We made beaded bracelets, played badminton, volleyball, and coloured. It was great to interact with the kids. They have so much life in them and I am so glad we have the opportunity to preserve that. They were so thankful for everything we did for them. It makes my heart so happy.
So onto December 6th: One of my favourites so far. We visited Mae La Refugee Camp. I cannot believe how much I missed that place. I didn't even realize it until I was back there again. The people in that camp are just so kind hearted. I wish there was more I could do for them.
We first visited Henry's school. Some of the women had clothes and bags for sale. I bought a traditional Karen shirt. We then watched a couple of performances put on by the students. Henry then brought us to a sister school of his. We watched another amazing traditional dance there, and met the wonderful principal. She is a 77 year old woman with so much fire in her eyes. This school is also where I ran into David, a boy I met last time I was here. I had done a camera project with him. I was so excited to see him, and he remembered me. He asked me if I would be back to the camp another day. I really wish I could go back to see him. I feel like I need to save him. Not that he is in any danger, but I want him to have a great, fulfilling life. There is no future for him in the camp. Once he finishes school, there will be nothing for him to do. This makes me so sad and mad at the same time.
I also met a girl from Finland who is teaching at this school. She has been there since the beginning of the school year, and lives right in the camp. She plans to stay in the area so she can help these people. I admire her more than anyone will understand. I want so much to do what she is doing. I just need to get to a stable time in my life.
From Henry's school we took a bike/scooter ride with some of the refugees through part of the camp to have lunch at one of the 'restaurants'. I had never gotten a view of the camp this way. They are a mini city. They have set up stores, and have a 'main street'. It was so interesting to see. I don't think they make much money, but it gives them something to do.
After lunch we visited Arthur's Orphanage. They told us a bit about their background. We also learned that Burma is still not safe for them to return to, which is contradicting what we are reading in the papers back home. Bu Wah, a young woman who helps take care of the children at the orphanage, told us that the peace that the government of Burma is claiming to have come to is only pretend peace. The government has not changed. There is still a civil war going on. This was all so eye opening to hear because of the garbage the news back home is telling us. They have been painting a completely different picture. The situation isbso maddening. Will I even live to see change in Burma?! It makes me want to cry to think no one is doing anything about it. The only reason the United States is infiltrating Burma is for the untapped reaources that are there. Not to help the people.
The kids of Arthur's sang us Christmas songs. And of course it was so beautiful. Their voices really tug somewhere deep inside my soul. Choking back my tears was so hard to do, but I feel like I shouldn't be crying around these people. They have been through so much, and they are smiling. Even though I am crying for them, I just can't bring myself to let the tears flow.
As soon as they finished performing one of the girls came up to me and asked if I would come see the girls' dorm. All of us girls went. We talked, gave out pictures, they put their make up on us, and braided our hair. It was lovely, but not long enough. I could hang out with them all day. The girls also made us all Karen bags. It was such an unexpected gift. I will cherish it forever. Those girls are beyond wonderful, and so kind. I want to be friends with them all forever.
For the afternoon we finally were able to meet the girls we are building the safe house project for. They hold such a special place in my heart now. The sweetest girls. We took them to a national park to hang out and have a picnic. Watching the girls interact for only a few minutes, you can see how much they care for each oher. They get along so well, and there was so much laughter. We still haven't heard their stories, like how they have come to be where they are. But we have arranged for one of the caretakers to explain it to us. I want to know, but am also scared for what I might learn. I am sure it will be hard to hear because all I know are their smiling faces right now.
There was a waterfall at the park. It was beautiful. The girls beelined for it and started climbing it. It wasn't a huge cliff waterfall, it sort of gradually stepped up. Made for good climbing. We naturally followed the girls up the waterfall. It was incredible, but I sure felt the climb in my muscles the next day. I ended up climbing beside a couple of the younger girls and one of their caretakers. It was fun helping the girls climb and so great to see them trusting me.
After our exhilarating climb, we just hung out with the girls. We made beaded bracelets, played badminton, volleyball, and coloured. It was great to interact with the kids. They have so much life in them and I am so glad we have the opportunity to preserve that. They were so thankful for everything we did for them. It makes my heart so happy.
So onto December 6th: One of my favourites so far. We visited Mae La Refugee Camp. I cannot believe how much I missed that place. I didn't even realize it until I was back there again. The people in that camp are just so kind hearted. I wish there was more I could do for them.
We first visited Henry's school. Some of the women had clothes and bags for sale. I bought a traditional Karen shirt. We then watched a couple of performances put on by the students. Henry then brought us to a sister school of his. We watched another amazing traditional dance there, and met the wonderful principal. She is a 77 year old woman with so much fire in her eyes. This school is also where I ran into David, a boy I met last time I was here. I had done a camera project with him. I was so excited to see him, and he remembered me. He asked me if I would be back to the camp another day. I really wish I could go back to see him. I feel like I need to save him. Not that he is in any danger, but I want him to have a great, fulfilling life. There is no future for him in the camp. Once he finishes school, there will be nothing for him to do. This makes me so sad and mad at the same time.
I also met a girl from Finland who is teaching at this school. She has been there since the beginning of the school year, and lives right in the camp. She plans to stay in the area so she can help these people. I admire her more than anyone will understand. I want so much to do what she is doing. I just need to get to a stable time in my life.
From Henry's school we took a bike/scooter ride with some of the refugees through part of the camp to have lunch at one of the 'restaurants'. I had never gotten a view of the camp this way. They are a mini city. They have set up stores, and have a 'main street'. It was so interesting to see. I don't think they make much money, but it gives them something to do.
After lunch we visited Arthur's Orphanage. They told us a bit about their background. We also learned that Burma is still not safe for them to return to, which is contradicting what we are reading in the papers back home. Bu Wah, a young woman who helps take care of the children at the orphanage, told us that the peace that the government of Burma is claiming to have come to is only pretend peace. The government has not changed. There is still a civil war going on. This was all so eye opening to hear because of the garbage the news back home is telling us. They have been painting a completely different picture. The situation isbso maddening. Will I even live to see change in Burma?! It makes me want to cry to think no one is doing anything about it. The only reason the United States is infiltrating Burma is for the untapped reaources that are there. Not to help the people.
The kids of Arthur's sang us Christmas songs. And of course it was so beautiful. Their voices really tug somewhere deep inside my soul. Choking back my tears was so hard to do, but I feel like I shouldn't be crying around these people. They have been through so much, and they are smiling. Even though I am crying for them, I just can't bring myself to let the tears flow.
As soon as they finished performing one of the girls came up to me and asked if I would come see the girls' dorm. All of us girls went. We talked, gave out pictures, they put their make up on us, and braided our hair. It was lovely, but not long enough. I could hang out with them all day. The girls also made us all Karen bags. It was such an unexpected gift. I will cherish it forever. Those girls are beyond wonderful, and so kind. I want to be friends with them all forever.
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