And then there were two

This big house is so quiet. I remember the days - and nights! - of pure chaos, high energy, loud chatter, sibling-styled arguments.

We decided to keep this house, provided we have the finances, until Davensky and Handy leave our care in order to provide them with a level of stability given the fact that so much of their lives has been unstable.

Why did I come to Haiti this week? I came for a variety of reasons and for a variety of people, but these two are my most important “why.”

When they were little guys, I remember their voices calling, “Se Becky! Se Becky! Se Becky!” as they asked me to watch them jump rope, do a cartwheel, run in a circle, jump off the porch. In time, the vocal calls disappeared, but the desire for attention has remained the same. Playing soccer or basketball with the big boys, if they scored a goal or made a basket, they would immediately look my way, making sure I had seen the accomplishment. And today, as they are teenagers, it’s the subtle smiles that let me know they still desire to be seen, to be acknowledged, to know they are truly loved.