My heart was touched

On the way home from the orphanage last Friday, a young boy, who goes to Nahumba and lives at the orphanage, escorted me to the school. On our way there he asked me if I miss my family. A boy who has no family, asked me if I missed mine. That was one of the most sensible things anyone has asked me here. Of course I miss my family, but do I tell him that? I was so caught off guard that I said nothing. He also told me that he notices that during break at school, he often sees me by myself in the field. I try to go and visit with some of the girls, but I do just stand there and think who I should visit and what I should say. The fact that a grade 9 Zambian boy notices that I may be lonely, when the teachers don't, meant a lot to me. He touched my heart. I'm hoping to thank him the next time he escorts me to his home.

Blessings,
Kristen