Thursday, November 13, 2014
New Arrival… Maybe?
I wasn't planning on posting about this new arrival (two nights ago), because we were told he was just with us for the night. All that we know is that he was in a "risky situation" and has two older siblings, who were also sent to different orphanages. We were under the impression that he would be leaving the next morning as they were trying to find a home that could take in all three, but so far, he's still with us.
Did you pick up on the fact that "all that we know" doesn't include a name or age?! Poor little guy can't tell us his name or how old he is… And whoever brought him to us (I'm assuming social services but don't know for sure) didn't know that info either. When asked for his name, he always answers "hermanita" ("little sister"). Any time we think of a name, we ask him if it's his but haven't found "the one" yet!
Little nameless is probably one of the most pathetic kids I've ever met. He came to us just filthy and smelling of urine. He also has a bruise and cut on his face… He says he fell but we don't know if it's true. He talks quite a bit, but is REALLY missing his family. He sobs for his mother and constantly cries "The police took my mom! She left with them in the street!" He also cries and asks for two other people who we think must be his siblings. He's clearly very smart and someone has worked with him as he's also very polite… When he wants something, he says "Señorita! Señorita!" I think I've only seen him play with a toy one time. He's normally sitting with the tías and crying. When it's time to sleep, it's especially hard for him. He cries and cries and doesn't even want to get into bed. He's not been napping in the afternoon, and at night, he's been sharing a matress with a tía although it doesn't seem to help him much. He cries on and off for his mom all night long. This afternoon was especially hard for him. He had a more difficult time going to bed tonight than he has the past two nights. Several times he came downstairs to my room asking to watch tv (we have one in the dining room) and when I told him it was bedtime, the crying started all over again and he kept telling me that his mom left and he wanted her. At one point, he came downstairs sobbing and went outside to look for her. It's so sad to watch.
We still don't know what his future holds, but keep him in your thoughts and prayers!