Nomussa joined the Orphanage when she was two years old, back in 2006, with her two brothers, Rafael and Andre. Shy to tenderness and scared from the camera, I can not really say Nomussa liked me from the start. But I knew her story, just as many others. A story where love and tenderness did not play a part, a story where no-one before had cared.
As I visited the Orphanage in 2006, I took back with me the picture of Nomussa gazing at her godmother’s letter, eyes fixed as if her 3 years old had just thought her how to read.
In January this year, she would also barely get close to me but I just thought time would come when that would change. And last Saturday, I just did not recognize her anymore. In the last 6 months, food, health and a lot of love have made Nomussa a different child. I hugged her and she threw me back one of the best smiles I have seen in Mozambique. One of joy, innocence and true happiness, all I wish for “my kids”
As I visited the Orphanage in 2006, I took back with me the picture of Nomussa gazing at her godmother’s letter, eyes fixed as if her 3 years old had just thought her how to read.
In January this year, she would also barely get close to me but I just thought time would come when that would change. And last Saturday, I just did not recognize her anymore. In the last 6 months, food, health and a lot of love have made Nomussa a different child. I hugged her and she threw me back one of the best smiles I have seen in Mozambique. One of joy, innocence and true happiness, all I wish for “my kids”
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