6.28.09

I have a new friend. Her name is Chandre. I think she is 7. she has short, nappy hair. And she smells horrible.
We have been told not to give out food to kids who come by because they won’t ever stop coming. The team has learned that, if we are going to follow this rule, they should not let me ever answer the door. I have given away almost all our bread for the week and we already ran out of peanut butter two days ago.
But there is no way I could turn Chandre away. I sat with her as she ate the bowl of oatmeal I made her (we’re out of bread now) and then we wrote our numbers and letters. she can’t count above five to save her life and I think I like it that way better. “One, two, three, four, five, seven, nine, one-hundred!” She gets so excited. I adore her. I’m praying she comes again.