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This will be the last blog entry.

It was an exciting day on Saturday – the children have been waiting for the last couple of weeks to play soccer – they are pretty excited. After four hours sleep as this was the day after going to the hospital I was a little tried. I had to get up early like 5:00 as Auntie is supposed to be on bed rest. I have never cook for 20 children – I do not know how to make del baat and do not know how to use propane – in other words I am in big trouble. I enlist the help of Hari and Doma – well more then enlist – they actually know what they are doing so take everything over. I have the task of keeping the other children quiet – well what better way to keep everyone quiet but to clean – clean, clean, clean – and they do. They get right into it.

After everything is clean and Lillian and Tim arrive it is soccer time. It is an extremely hot day – but no rain. All the children are fitted with their soccer outfits – thanks to all of those that donated the jerseys, shorts, socks, balls and pump. It is a gift that these children will enjoy for a long time. Yes we are ready to go – I tried to play but I am not good at all – I am scared the ball will hit me. But the children have a wonderful time and as it gets hotter the socks come off – then the shoes. It gets too hot to play so we need to go in. We do things indoors and outdoors like blow bubbles – which is always fun. However soccer is more fun so we are back out there. Some of the children do not put their outfits on again as they do not want to get them dirty. That’s alright we had fun anyway.

After another round of soccer Lillian and I are cooking supper tonight. The plan is to cook pasta with sauce (with chicken) – yes that was an experience. Have you ever tried to make a pasta dinner for 20 children and 4 adults on a one ring propane stove – well we did it !!! The children loved it – I think they were starved by the time we finished.

After that it was chocolate cookie time and quite time – Lillian and Tim left to go back to their host family. It was a very busy, busy day and so much fun.

The next day I was leaving. I decided to leave on the Sunday as I still have not finished my shopping (I never did finish it – I am a little tried and have an itchy oozing rash – not pretty) – I got up early to pack.

It was a very difficult day – first person was Auntie – and she sobbed - she does not speak English and was speaking Nepali – I know that I cannot cry not now. All the children are aware I am leaving – they now call me - mother Lise or sister – they are hanging all over me. They are asking me to stay – I tell them that Lillian and Tim are here and they are so much fun. It’s tough – the children pick flowers and start giving them to me. They want hugs but more than that they want promises that I will return. The boys who run the orphanage come – they present me with a certificate and a buddaist scarf – the children are more than aware this is goodbye. I decide to let them leave for school as opposed to leaving first – they leave – well everyone but a few. I go upstairs to see Doma and Kimjong – they are in Auntie’s room just sobbing – I cannot cry as it will make things worse – all I can do is whole each one of them. And reassure them that I will not forget them. One of the boys who run the orphanage says that I am their mother as they have seen more of me then their own parents. I find that to be so sad. I have spent but a nano second in their lives yet to these two girls especially I am truly their mother. That breaks my heart.
I need to leave – as I leave the three of them are looking out of the window blowing me kisses. I get into the car – I will be all right – my life will go on like it always has but I can’t help but think of these children – they have become so important to me and my life has changed once again. I will carry them in my heart forever – I will be fine.

Just as the car is pulling out – Sher Bar comes running – he hands me a bouquet of flowers he has put together and tied in a big red ribbon something he must have saved– he gives them to me and says – mother this is for you – I will never forget you -I love you.

Then I cried.

Posted by LiseD 07:01 Archived in Nepal

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