He is… Manuel
This is my precious friend, Manuel, who I so wanted to bring home with me. He does not speak any English, but we had such fun together. We were passing out crayons and ran out. Kids were pulling and trying to get into our pockets and backpacks. Manuel just had a sad look on his face and stood away from everyone. I grabbed a stick and his hand and we went and drew pictures in the clay for an hour. Chapel time he grabbed my arm and didn’t let go. Each day we showed up, he was waiting by the fence and ran and jumped into my arms. He will forever be in my heart.
Tags: Africa, Kigali, Rwanda, Street children, Street kids
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