there are at least 20 boys sleeping in this area. the oldest boys are around 20 years old and the youngest are 11. they are a community...protecting and helping one another. one by one the boys took us to their houses and showed us their individual rooms. some of the boys, especially the younger, sleep 2 or 3 to a house. the older boys had taken much care in building beds with scraps of wood. some had small boxes that served as a bedside table. their little tables were covered with treasures found around the city...almost empty bottles of perfume, broken toys, empty boxes baring the logo of their favorite brands such as nike or coca cola.
i was filled with all sorts of emotions as i spent a couple of hours in this secret world:
PROUD of how resourceful my boys are.
HAPPY to see the older boys inviting the younger boys to live among them.
OVERWHELMED by the care each one took of his home...even running ahead of us to clean up before we arrived.
SAD at the thought of them sleeping on that hill overlooking the city tonight.
BROKEN at the sense of hopelessness that these boys live in when a glorified cardboard box serves as a substitute for a home filled with family.
BLESSED to know that i am trusted enough to be invited into their world.