A new year
Once again its has been way to long since I wrote…. The year ended with some sad news, that one of the families that I work with in Cazuca, their father was shot and killed. He leaves behind a 4,8 and 11yr old. Their family owns the bar across the dirt road from Mary and whenever I go to her house I would pass their house. I would often ask the oldest Bryan, if he was going to come play today, which often his answer was that he couldn’t because he had to stay home and work at the bar. I remember once, when he saw me coming, he comes running out telling me how he can come and play today, “teacher, teacher”, he says to me, “today I am allowed to come, I don’t have to work.” I often think of this little boy and how already at 11 years old, he wasn’t really allowed to be a child and how much more that’s going to be now with his father gone, as he has to be the “man” of the house. Please keep this family in your prayers. Unfortunately this is a common story