By Christine Vermooten on Sunday, 20 July 2008
Category: Christine Vermooten

For the love of a child

I am in love- hopelessly,  completely and utterly head over heels!  How can one not be with beautifully dark eyes looking up to you and a dimpling smile that is pure concentrated sunshine!

Every morning when a child run to with open arms and hug me  (despite the fact that I am very dirty from painting the school) I realise what an enormous priviledge it is to be loved by a child...by an orphan. 

The last night I slept in the orphanage alongside two little girls.  It was an experience that I will never forget in my entire life.  We (Elzet and I) ran through a thunderstorm to the dormitory, needless to say my feet got very dirty and it looked as though I soaked my feet in a mudbath!  The girls got me in their room and sat me down on the bed.   And washed my feet.  A seven year old girl washed my feet.  Later when we went to bed, I first tucked the two girls in and lay down between them.   As I lay down between them, the one girl wriggled herself free from the sheet and returned the favour...She tucked me in and kissed me on the cheek.  I felt as though my heart will explode with joy.  O, to be loved by a child!

T here is no words to describe the whole India experience and this is just a little taste of the selfless love these orphans have.  

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