Day 164

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There is something elusive, selfish, completely illogical and yet enticing about the approval and friendship of a child. This is Michell. We met a month ago. (I’ve only been here two months). Every time she sees me, she leaves her friends to sit and talk to me. She’s so kind and quite inquisitive. She is always telling me how beautiful I am and how much she loves my hair. She didn’t think I had the proper amount of enthusiasm and demanded to take a picture of the back of my head as evidence of the lovely colors and why it is so amazing. I just love her attitude. For this reason, I downloaded a burger stacking game for her a few days ago. She was ecstatic and as a result, I made some new friends.  Meet Liz, Mileydi (pronounced Mi-lady) and Olman. Michell is fiercely loyal and begged me not to tell her brother my name, for fear he would claim me as his friend. I told her she would always be my first friend and my friendship with others does not diminish ours. After that, she gladly accepted him into the fold and soon there was a crowd of little people playing the game on my phone while I supervised the turns and wrote a paper.  Michell showed her loyalty once more when group of slightly older boys came over to watch and hopefully, play.  She leaned over quite discreetly for an eleven year old and said, “do not let those boys play on your phone.  They are thieves.  Be careful.” Well that just solidified her as my little sister and I left shortly after that. I don’t know how to feel about sitting in a park with people I have met once or twice but only children have the confidence to speak to me.  Having the mind of Christ, I say, “Suffer the little children and let them come.”  I am always blessed in every encounter with them.  (P.S. Nicaraguans struggle to smile in pictures because they want to look like models in magazine, who look super serious.  So it’s difficult to convince them to smile or have them genuinely smile in pictures.)
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