With fists
outstretched reinforcing the beat of the song, it is the innocent eyes that hit
us. How could they be happy given the life they live? From an outsider's
perspective it would be hard to imagine, yet the energy and excitement is
overwhelming. Turning to walk away from the kids we are mobbed, arms out for
hugs. Fifty fists are pushed towards us, thumbs outstretched, a continuous cacophony
of the kids yelling out "shop". We return the manner of saying
goodbye by extending our thumb to meet each of the little thumbs.
"These kids are rich inside," Bob tells me
as he sees Sharon crying.
Calvin (to be continued)
