I wonder how it feels to be them.
How would I feel waking up everyday, not knowing what's hold for me?
How would I feel eating with so many other kids, like I was a prisoner?
How would I feel wearing uniform day in day out except on outings and to school?
How would I feel when there are bunch of volunteers that come and go? Would I feel they pitied me? Was that pity in their eyes?
How would I feel living in fear of not being able to live with my family again?
How would I feel when I grow up from the home?
How would I feel celebrating festivals without my family?
How would I feel when I'm being punished because I feel like I want to be a children, and be naughty at times?
How would I feel when the temptation is just too great, I might as well be a bad child?
The great tight hugs the girls gave me made me realized my choice to return to the home not as therapist was right.
I do not want to pity them, I want to be with them.
God, please give me strength to continue giving.
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