Somber In Africa

October 12, 2007

The girls have noticed that I am quiet this afternoon.

I keep reflecting on my time here at St. Monica’s, the children I have met and the friends that I have made. I am already mourning my departure. It’s a horrible feeling. And I’m on the verge of tears. But I am doing everything in my power not to cry.

I don’t want the girls to see me cry and to see how much I am hurting. It will only affect them now, sooner than it’s necessary. I need to put on a happy face and as if everything is just wonderful.

I hope I can pull it off. We have three hours before bed and I know my pain will only grow worse as the night moves on.

Wish me luck.