I've been dreading and yet anticipating this day. I'm not sure if it's good for the children of Beautiful Gate to see me again or if I should just pass through Cape Town and not see them. Others have convinced me that it is good for them to know I haven't forgotten them.
So…I went to Beautiful Gate. This feeling that I'm having everyday here, how it's so familiar, but yet so different. The kids are beautiful and stilll remember me. The older ones had some kind of class so I didn't see them too much. The younger ones, even new ones who I was just meeting were quite clingy. Their English isn't as good so I can tell there is less International Staff interacting with them. They asked about Caroline too the other Dutch teacher that left at the same time as I did. Only 4 kids left in the pre-school, everyone else in regular school for the day. A large number of kids have left to homes of extended family members or foster care, especially grandmothers, so that's encouraging.
Enjoyed seeing Mama Sindi again, Tata Solomon and Nosipho especially.
Lots of good memories, I cried when I hugged the kids. I wish they could know how much I missed them and wish I could be a part of their lives, especially Thembekile who is deaf. Emotional too because of the tough memories. Draining but good day.
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