Plans

Rode the bus to the Orphanage. The weather here is beautiful, It is the best time of their year I am told. The bus fills up, we have seats. On the way I talk with our interpreter about concerns I have with the girls having to say goodbye to their friends.

At the orphanage the girls greet us with smiles and hugs. “When are we going home????” Is the Question???? Well so much for my concerns!

We visit as we sit in the cafeteria. We talk about passports and travel plans. Overnight train rides and airplane flights. Alina has never been on a plane. I describe in detail what it is like taking off. “It is like being in a fast car, but then it just keeps going faster; until it rotates and lifts off and you are pressed down in your seat.” She listens, rapt. We will all get to share this together. They are concerned over the passports. I tell them it will happen. We will get on that night train to Kiev. We will be going home; it is only a matter of time. Smiles are on faces, heads shake yes as they picture it in their minds. They trust Susan and me, if we say it will be fine then they believe it.