Apology

I edited what I wrote on ´´It Don´t Make No Sense´´ about looking at the altar accussingly. Who am I to say such a thing? This morning I sought shelter in a church of Ayacucho. I wanted to apologize for what I wrote.
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Ayacucho is high on the sierras south of Peru. It resembles Cuzco a bit with its steep, narrow roads paved with cobblestone, and by its multiple churches and cathedrals.
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To make amends I decided to do penance. I walked to the monastery in front of the place where I´m staying at, and asked the nun if she knew of an orphanage where I might volunteer at. She gave me the address and said God would bless me. If only she knew...

I bought from her cookies which the nuns of the convent bake to raise funds. I bought a lot to assuage my guilt and present to the kids.
I cannot explain in words the heart wrenching feeling I got from the kids´ welcome. They latched on to me like leeches, or like monkeys hanging off a tree. They are hungry for attention and a bit of love.

A nun assigned me to the module of girls under six. I thought I would spend the day just playing and drawing. Yet, I found they had no paper, crayons, or pencils.
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My eyes caught a few irregularities as well which I quickly tried to resolve. I cleansed a lot of nasal drip, washed their hands and feet on the sink, and then I trimmed their long, dirt-filled nails.
I tried to pick lice off little girls´ hair. I also fed them a bland meal of rice and mashed beans.
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Caring for nasal drip, lice, and warts lice of a little girl´s hand, takes medicine which I´ve already acquired...still there is so much need.

Tomorrow is Mother´s Day. Those kids who are motherless, may perhaps receive a bit of a mother´s tender loving care...on this Mother´s Day.

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