Last summer when we came to Mercy House (*Rehema in Swahili) we had 3 girls. One was so shocked from trauma, she barely spoke. Another was the most detached orphan I had ever seen and then there was Cindy.
She was bitter and disillusioned.
Hardened by extreme poverty and her situation, a scared little girl who was carrying a child she didn’t know if she wanted.
Last night she led the group devotion and every day she leads songs during morning devotion.
She loves her son deeply and is a good mother.
Well, I’ll let her tell you in her own words:
(Grab a tissue)