Found out today "my kid", this 11-year old boy I really connected with at a state-run orphanage on a trip to Honduras this past Christmas, is gone from the orphanage.I had sent pictures of us, a letter, and some stickers/temporary tattoos with a friend of mine that is currently at the same orphanage. She informed me that he is no longer there.
When I was with him, he told me was planning on running away. He was there in the first place because he had run away from his abusive mom (they lived in Mexico), and he had been picked up by the Honduran police. They put him in the orphanage.
When I was with him, he told me was planning on running away. He was there in the first place because he had run away from his abusive mom (they lived in Mexico), and he had been picked up by the Honduran police. They put him in the orphanage.
The kids there are prisoners. There are no sheets on the beds, no pillows. My fri
end, Yan Carlos, had all of his belongings in a small shoe box. The only visible toys were the ones we brought for the children. There are 5 staff members to 100 kids. The kids are starving, STARVING for love. They don't get enough attention. The only time they leave the campus is for school. Most of the children have mental or physical disabilities, and do not receive the proper care. JOY is for lack in that place.
end, Yan Carlos, had all of his belongings in a small shoe box. The only visible toys were the ones we brought for the children. There are 5 staff members to 100 kids. The kids are starving, STARVING for love. They don't get enough attention. The only time they leave the campus is for school. Most of the children have mental or physical disabilities, and do not receive the proper care. JOY is for lack in that place. Trying to discover my role in all of this.
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