gave me the bowl, expressing, “You’re welcome to eat.” I was in awe that these students, with scant resources and food, wanted to please me. I thought of kids back at home who complain about food. This pot, which could not feed all of the students to American standards, was being given to me so that I would be full. It was hard to hold back my tears.
Georgetowner 2020
hen it was time to go on to the next school or return home after a long day, the girls would sob and make me promise to return. Many of the girls told me that they wanted to name their first child “Mimi” after me. My favorite part of the whole experience was being toppled with hugs and having children hang from all my limbs shouting “I love you” and “thank you,”
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