Aching Hearts

I just couldn’t keep it in. So, I cried as our van pulled out of the village school. Looking back at the crowd of parents, guardians or family of the new babies we had in our van, I could just see the painful tears coming from their eyes. Words cannot describe how much agony I saw in those faces. And I let my tears fall as well. The five girls stared out the window and wailed as they watched their familiar home slowly faded into the distance. 

The smallest girl is two months. Her mother died just 25 days after her birth and her father, a farmer, just couldn’t take care of her and work as well. We discovered this poor girl has pneumonia. She might have died if we hadn’t come to get her. We brought two girls about one and a half, back with us. The first one was being cared for by her mother. Her father became mentally ill after seeing his dad murdered in front of his eyes. So the mom couldn’t take care of all three of her daughters alone. The other girl that is the same age is the one I got to hold for some of the trip. Her and her sister came from a very poor family that had built their home on the side of the road because they had no property. They had three older sisters who went to live with their grandparents and these two girls came to us. The oldest girl we brought back is probably three and a half. Her dad picked up and left after she was born and then a year or so later her mom did the same thing leaving this girl to live with her grandpa. But he just couldn’t take care of her anymore. And this is how all five of these beautiful girls came to be with us. I’m sure they are overwhelmed with all these changes right now but I know that God brought them to BanglaHope for a reason. It’s hard for me to imagine what a parent must go through giving up their children. It must be an awful experience. These girls will cry a bit in the next few days, and the parents will feel pain as well. I just hope they can feel at peace with probably the hardest decision they had to make. 

This is Kylee.