Sometimes that is great and sometimes it is a bit hard to handle. Like when you’re sick.
I had the worst flu I’d had in years and had completely lost my voice. I’d range between sleep and sweat. I woke up soaking wet from sweating to a loud knock at the door of my boarding house room. I really didn’t want to answer but dragged myself up to find a group of about six (6) kids at the door as well as a young mother holding a tiny baby. I couldn’t talk at all and tried my best to make them understand they could not come in as I was so sick that they all might get sick too. They just stared and smiled. I closed the door and said goodbye.
Maybe five (5) minutes later they knocked again and greeted me with smiles. I tried again to explain I was too sick for visitors and hoped they would understand. Again I closed the door.
A short while later they knocked again, so I didn’t answer. I heard them singing for some time, a song I’d taught them the week before – “I can see clearly now the rain has gone …” I think they sat outside my room for a quite a while trying to sing that song, getting the words wrong and bursting into giggles and peals of laughter as they’d stop and just start making something up.
Smile. Tears. Smile. There is so much love here.
The next day they came back with balloons.
Something to consider is these kids are really poor so the balloons were probably a treat they were given from school and yet they used them all on me. By the end of the week my room was filled with balloons of all colours and beautiful messages.
When I got better the kids all had a great time stomping on them and bursting them. I managed to save the purple one, here is what it says …
Sorry I disturb you because I am very want to see you and I miss you
I love you sis Melinda from your friends Reyna, Meca, Baby boy and Cha 2 x [(ie, Cha Cha].
Happy day sis Melinda [heart] [smiling face]
The room of my boarding house was always filled with children. I miss those times.