In nearly 3 weeks, I've become used to the ways of my South African hospital. The flies no longer bother me. The smell is no longer unbearable and when I see nurses pick up babies by one arm, I no longer flinch.
Day by day, the babies motor skills are improving but their speech is still non-existent and it makes perfect sense. The babies come from Xhosa speaking families, we (the volunteers) speak to them in English and the nurses speak to them in Africaans! The poor little ones are confused.
I still want to bring home little Sange and show him how comfortable a crib with a blanket can be, how delicious different foods can taste and what it feels like to be the center of someone's world, not just #11. My heart's too full to have a wallet that's so empty.
I bought an autobiography from a man named Noor who signed it to me with a small message. If you know my love for non-fiction, you know how excited I was about this.
Everyone I've met on this trip has taught me something, whether it be about themselves, myself or life in general. I feel like certain people come into your life specifically to teach you lessons and they leave once their job is done. If you're meant to meet again, you will, but if not you still have the impact they've made.