A day at the Home.

So, I'm at Ken's place now. using his highly infected com too blog..
Let's just hope nothing happens to my acct.
Yes, finally the visit to the children home is over.
Overall an enjoyable trip, the boys' performance was not bad, at least our props are more nicely done.
And so the story goes, we sang. We performed. We played with the kids there.
Apparently, kids will always be kids. violence is always the boys favorite theme.
Our "weapons" and Cardboard van was turned into shreds of useless papers by the end of the day.
Today's trip left me with much tots and sadness.
The kids there, unlike other normal kids, are very protective and keeps to themselve, not very responsive yet hyperactive.
Well after the performance and stuff, during games, the kids there start to open up to us. well, that's where i discovered that the kids enjoys even the simplest pleasure. bringing joy to the kids there is very enjoyable, though there's a need to scarifice a bit, like standing under a tree , risking being hit by the ball.
It's even more heart warming yet saddening when one of the kids as me, " Will you be coming back to visit us again?"
My heart sank. Speechless, i could only just smile at him...

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