I’ve never really loved kids.
I know, crazy, right? What missionary ever says they feel anything but adoration for children? But it’s true. I’ve never loved kids. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy them from time to time, but I’ve never had the passion for them that so many around me seem to feel.
This all changed at Hope House, where a seven year old stole my heart.
Siyabonga is a young man of very few words, but the love he shows towards all of us is phenomenal. His caregiver told me the other day that I was like his mother. Like. His. Mother. In what world am I qualified enough to be a stand in...