The Fourteenth Orphan

Amongst the fourteen orphans that I visit every Friday, the oldest never joined the rosary prayers, nor the catechism that follows. Yesterday though, I was surprised that right after the children and I made the sign of the cross, she came out of the house and knelt with us in the praying place. I thought then that perhaps she would leave after the prayers, but again I was surprised that she held the three littlest ones on the bench seat, and listened to me the whole hour I narrated the story of Noah and his Ark, and the marvelous Arc of the Covenant. Gave the girls Cream’O, and she came near me to say Thank You. Gave her a smile in return. I was happy. But then, as I made my way out, Trisha (a younger girl) whispered, I know Creamy’O is good but I like the egg and cheese sandwich better. I am boiling a dozen eggs now. 

For the love of children.

Pondered about my calling long ago, and ever since I can remember, there are only two things I love: teaching and being with children.

That is why I make it a date to visit the orphanage at Peach Street every Friday – to be with the children and teach.

There are some fourteen pretty girls who welcome me with their embraces and endless chatter. I, together with a fellow legionary, Sister Rita, were tasked to teach the children how to pray the rosary, and the girls, just after a few Fridays, know the prayer by heart.

Sister Rita was absent today (her three month old granddaughter was confined in the hospital), so, after, the prayers, I narrated the story of Creation, and my, every one, except for the three toddlers, were all ears. They marveled at the battle of good angels against the ones who turned bad, curious about the fruit of the tree of life and man’s Adam’s apple, brother envying brother, sacrifices and offerings, and so on. The girls wanted to hear more, but  one and half hours proved to be a bit taxing for me.

So I told them I prepared egg and cheese sandwiches for them. Oh how they loved it, and the little one asked if I was coming back soon to bring more sandwiches. Ha ha. And the other little lassie said she’ll wait for the next stories. 🙂

I am happy.