Last night we sat down with one of the boys at the snack bar. He was sitting alone working on his homework. He's one of the quiet ones so we really haven't gotten to know him very well. He is 20 years old and will graduate high school this year.
The conversation started by him trying to convice us that there are only five countries in Central America. He didn't count Belize or Guatamala for some reason. After that, the conversation turned to girlfriends. I told him he didn't have time for girlfriends with all the studying and working. He told us he wanted to go to the university one day. I told him he surely wouldn't have time for a girlfriend at the university! Then we told him that we got married and had CT very young and that it was very hard. We explained how we had to work our way up. He asked us questions about our home and jobs in the U.S. He could not believe that we would leave all that behind to come here. He kept asking us "Why?". Finally, I just told him we came here for him and the other boys and that now we had a big family and we loved them very much. We told him that he could go to the university one day, but that he would have to work very hard and pray about it. I promised to pray for him too.
As parents, we are constantly hoping and praying for success for CT. As much as I want that for CT, I want it for Edwin Alberto...and all the other boys here. It's little moments...little conversations like this that remind us what it means to be here. And we did it all in Caveman Spanish!