A mass of multicolored bougainvillea acts as curtain between me and a group of children playing hopscotch on the cemented gray floor. Seeing me, they abandon their game and skip over. I am enveloped by tiny hands wanting to hold mine. Laughing faces gaze up into my face; warm little bodies hug around my knees and I am overwhelmed. I really do not know how to react, as this is my first visit to an orphanage. I look at my friend who comes here quite... > Full Story

Stripped of dignity and hope, beaten and malnourished. The abandoned six-year-old lay on a mound of garbage wanting to die. Then out of nowhere, a ray of sunshine pierced the black...

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