Raising children..

i never knew I'd grow to fall in love with them when I first hosted them. Puia and Esther are refugees from Myanmar, and I'd say, it was God's plan for us to meet. Sometimes they put up at my brother's place, and sometimes mine.

I've lots of memories with them...beautiful memories. But it all came to an end too soon, far too soon. I know they've gone to a better country where they will have full right to education and a better life instead of living in constant fear of being detained, raped or asaulted by local authorities. I'm thankful the UN has sped up their application, allowing them to leave in less than 2 years.

but as they left last night...I felt a part of me breaking. How did I allow myself to fall in love so much with these beautiful children...but I'm glad I did. I don't know when we'll meet again...

It's crazy, but I found myself crying the night....and as I drove myself to university for the very first class of this semester this morn, I again cried. I scolded myself for I could not show up with red and puffy eyes, especially when I'm the lecturer. it's ridiculous right? it is...I shouldn't be feeling and crying like this. but truth is I miss them.

Etched in my memory are the good times, the last hug where I just didn't want to let go..hearing them say I love you..their kisses on my cheek....i miss them it hurts. I really hope time will rationalize me and numb these feelings quickly so it'll be more bearable.

in the mean time, I pray that the work done by the UNCHR will be recognized here, coz until they do, the refugees here will continue to suffer abuse from certain parties..