Because of strict confidentiality policies I was not able to
know much about the children’s background situations and how they came to the
center. But there was one group of siblings that I got to follow closely their
transition from begging on the streets to living at the center, only
coincidentally. I distinctly remember on our first day of walking around
Lupeni, while a group of my friends were waiting in line to pay for their food
I was standing off to the side and watched as a sad, tired looking little boy
walked up to them asking for money. My friends, as foreigners and unaccustomed
to know how to handle such a situation, talked amongst each other as to what
they should do and in the end tried their best to ignore the little boy. It was
hard to watch, as the boy slowly walked away looking pained but also numbed to
what probably wasn’t his first time being rejected. A few weeks later when I
started going to the Residential Center I recognized this same boy but he
looked altogether like a different child. His face and clothes were clean, but
most notable was that he was considerably happier and freer. He now possessed a
childlike freedom, and boyishness that was not present the last time I had seen
him.
I learned that his name was Raul
and he had two other siblings an older sister named Ana and a little sister
Elena. Apparently these children were well known throughout the community as
they were often seen begging. One person told me how sad they looked as Anna
used to carry her little sister on her back, walking around town begging for
food and money. I could tell from Anna’s mannerisms that she had to grow up
rather quickly and was the primary caretaker for her two younger siblings. She
was fifteen years old yet she was extremely petite and frail looking. In spite
of the fact that she is far behind in her schooling, you would never suspect it
because of how young she looks. The first thing that you will notice about both
the two sisters is that their hair is cut extremely short, like a boys, because
they had such bad lice before entering the center.
I can’t imagine how difficult their
lives must have been prior to entering the center, yet Ana was undoubtedly one
of the most active and vocal children in the IMPACT club. It’s hard to say if
any of the children loved IMPACT as much as she did, it was obvious how much
she enjoyed the games and the projects. I was later told by one of the staff at
the center, that since entering the center and participating in IMPACT they saw
a big change in her. She seemed less angry and was much less aggressive towards
her younger siblings. I was also told that these siblings also had a baby sister,
who was with their mother, and they had father, but who was extremely ill, and
it was an obvious case of extreme neglect. I later found out that upon entering
the center their father had recently died.
Elena, the youngest, was around 5
years old, and was probably everyone’s favorite at IMPACT. Our IMPACT club
leader, Cosmin, rightfully nicknamed her “Sunshine”. I don’t know if I’ve ever
seen a little girl that smiled as much as this little one did. She was also a
busy body, always running around playing with someone, a bundle of love and
energy this little girl was.
While Anna and Elena were extremely
friendly and outgoing Raul, the younger brother was a bit more reserved. At first he was rather shy, but after a few
visits one day as I was saying goodbye to the children and giving hugs, after I
had already walked out the door Raul ran after me and gave me a hug and I
returned his hug and kissed him on the head. He grinned from ear to ear and
from then on he opened up to me, he hung around me during the club meetings,
and always gave me hugs whenever I came and left.
Raul soon became one of my
favorites especially when I got to interview him for my project for my
internship, asking the kids questions about their experiences with IMPACT. Raul
must be only 7 years old, but was very smart and seemed to give well thought
out answers. My favorite response that he gave was when I asked him what trust
means. He responded saying, “trust is when you let someone have something and
you know that they will give it back.” When I asked him who he trusts he said
that he trusts God, and his mom.
I will never forget all of the
children and the many beautiful memories that they gave me, the lessons that
they taught me, and the love that they shared. There is no greater feeling then
walking into a room and being ambushed with hugs and kisses from the sweetest
and purest love of a child. I will never cease to be amazed by a child’s
strength of heart to press through, to laugh, and to love in spite of facing
more suffering and hardships then any child ever should.
-Sabriya
Fall 2012