Kayleigh is sick already, Annie thinks it might be sun poisoning. I hope she feels better by tomorrow, being sick is miserable. She is going to be one of my main focuses for night prayer.
After lunch and after the pedicure salon closed, I sat down with my friend Olichard who is in high school here, he sat with me and talked to me about how things are here and his daily routines and similar things to this. I asked him a ton of different questions, one of them being, if he has a girlfriend. He told me that he doesn't like Haitian girls because they are "liars."
He said "they will tell you that they don't have a boyfriend even if they do, so that you will date them."
I almost wanted to tell him that most girls are liars, even way beyond the streets and villages of Haiti, but I just listened - trying my best to be as objective as possible. It felt good being able to listen and nobody expecting you to have the answers to anything.
Olichard asked me if I had a boyfriend, I told him yes and then he asked if he was white. I was shocked that this was his initial assumpiton - he went on to explain that most black girls here (Haiti) want white guys. I'm assuming maybe because they feel like white people have money. But he didn't say anything about that -- that part was just me assuming. He even asked me did I love him and I nodded 'yes' - and then he asked "does he love you so much?" and I was taken back. I mean the only person that has ever asked me about my feeling for Quan would be my mom and even she has never asked me if He loves me "so" much. I just looked at him for a second and so much of his demeanor and assertiveness reminded me of Quan and then I gently responded -- "yes, he loves me soo much." He responded with a smile.
I continued to grill him with questions about the orphanage - is it safe ? Has anyone been kidnapped ? Is there security at night ? -- It was really comforting to have someone to talk to outside of my group that understood at least a little english. In mid-conversation, we were interrupted by a little guy name 'Oday' that was playing with another little guy name 'Jony.' They asked me if I could take pictures of them - by staring at me, smiling and then saying "foto ! foto !" After I took a couple of pictures of the happiest kids that I've met all day, then Ashley walked over and we started playing thumb wars with Oshalee and Woshelle.(Jony - Pictured)
Oshalee didn't really know how to play, so Ashley taught him while Woshelle kept trying to cheat me using his index finger as a trick move. But I was in beast mode.
Right in the middle of the thumb wars, we got bullied into playing this other game called 'Slaps,' I must have played a 100 times with 50 different little boys -- it's so amazing how the simplest things make them so happy.
I'm already kind of bummed that were leaving on Thursday, it's only Sunday, but I really don't want to leave them and I'm not really sure if I'm ready for the Azzeale tomorrow -- I guess these are all things I will bring up in reflection tonight.
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