Connections Last: A Volunteer StoryJuly 1, 2013 3:42 pm
Esther, when I met her, was four years old, malnourished, couldn’t walk, and couldn’t really talk. At first glance, you could just tell that she had been through a lot. I had heard about Esther arriving on Chris’ front door step weighing 14 pounds, but I had never seen her until I got there. She was definitely small for her age, but that didn’t stop her from being absolutely adorable.
So, knowing this relationship that I had with this cute kid, you could imagine how excited I was to see her again this summer. I was wondering how or even if she would remember me at all. I mean, to her, a year is like 20 percent of her life, so I wasn’t too set on her remembering me.
When I arrived at JBFC for the second time, I ran down to the dorms early the first morning to find her. I
remember one of the girls saw me, smiled, and immediately yells for Esther. All of a sudden here comes Esther, running out of one of the dorms, down the steps and towards me. Take into consideration that last year, Esther couldn’t even walk. She yelled at the top of her lungs, “Kuku kaka!”, which is my nickname at JBFC. It means “Chicken Brother” in Swahili.
It was like something out of a movie. Nothing could have been more perfect of an encounter. It warmed my heart to know not only did she remember me, but she still loved me. She ran towards me with her arms wide open and I scooped her up and held her once again.
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