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Thursday, November 4, 2010

my little missionary

So, this weekend, Flor and I were driving home from a friend's house. I was telling her how blessed I am to have her in my life, etc. Out of no where she said, "But moma, I have to go back to Guatemala." Immedietely my heart breaks because I think she means that she thinks she has to leave. I said, "No baby, you're staying with me forever." Then the part that melts my heart, "But moma, when I grow up I have to go back to hold the babies. They need me."

*sigh*

she told me she'd miss me. I assured her that I would visit her just like my daddy used to visit me. I told her maybe she'd find her daughter in Guatemala. Then she asked me who found me in Guatemala. :)