We left a little black beanie baby bear with K that my mom had picked out. He seemed to enjoy the toy over the week we were there. After returning home, we decided to see if we could find a second one for a decent price, thinking if he loses the one we left, we'd give the new one to him when we go pick him up to come home, and if he still has it, we would give the new one to has Baba as a way to remember him. We found a GREAT deal, so for less than $4, including shipping, we now have a second "cherno mache." (Not spelled right, but that's how you say "little black bear" in K's language, so that's what we called it all week.) Opening up the package and holding it in my hand was a fresh reminder of the little boy who likes to hold it in his hand.
Last week we found out that there was a closed trial to decide if the old director of K's orphanage will be reinstated. Because the trial was closed, the judges' decision has not yet been made public (at least, if it has, I have not been made aware of it yet.) It will be good when K is home. Even if the old director would get her job back, K would be out of there soon. But there are so many other children who do not have their way out yet. And even if the wonderful new director gets to stay, and continues to have success in implementing changes, it's still tough to think of children living day after day without belonging to anyone.
But this guy's got a family, and a little black bear waiting for him here at home.
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