Today was a good day. A day filled with friends, food and well... walking up a mountain. Megan is visiting us this week; she is here in Burundi for 5 more weeks working with an association that helps women in difficult situations to teach them how to sew. Funny thing is... she is actually from Wisconsin; where I grew up as a child. Megan and I took a walk down into the valley today to see the new brick project that was recently built. There are about 50 workers there making bricks, 25 of those workers being children, the youngest child being 7. As I asked so many questions in my (not so perfect Kirundi) my heart began to be filled with compassion as I looked upon these children willingly working like slaves to make about 38 cents the whole day. Interesting enough, they had huge smiles and amazing hearts as they called out to me "Mama Malaki!". Summer break for these children is far from a break. As I came home telling Isai the story, I pondered "what makes them work as hard as they do... being as young as 7?" Isai replied "Hunger." I write stories like this not necessarily for pity, although I find it vital to bring perspective and awareness to a world far far away. On another note: Malaki's cheeks are growing larger and larger by the day. These days hes busy talking with Papi, smiling and laughing at everything and so interested in our farm animals. See you all soon! :o) All our love...
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