Her first teddy bear
Pui didn't sleep well last night. I had asked her to call me in the middle of the night, but then forgot to arrange with her roommate to use her phone. Bummer.
Living through two gang rapes in six months, one can't imagine Pui's fear of going on with life. Is this how it's going to be?
Pui has a round, baby face. She speaks seldom, and has a soft, young voice as well. Today Celeste brought her a big teddy bear. I asked Pui if she had ever had one. She shook her head, hugged and held onto that bear like a little girl would. Later, Celeste took her to a park to just give her a few hours in a pleasant place, and said Pui didn't let go of it once.
The other night as I was saying good night to the kids I told Sam, our 10 year-old, that I was proud of him.
"What did I do?" he wondered.
"You were born."
He giggled. It struck me how much every kid needs that sort of reminder--that someone is incredibly happy that they simply exist. It struck me how many never hear that, but only hear that they are annoying burdens.
So I told that to Pui yesterday, that she was precious, that I was so happy that she was in my life. I meant it with all my heart. She looked up at me and smiled, a faint spark in her moist eyes.
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