One year ago today I woke to the sound of men praising God. Dogs were barking and a rooster crowed. The air was just a little bit damp and just a little bit cold. Exhaust, a city smell, mixed with wood burning hung in the air. I looked out my window and saw children scurrying back and forth from their little bedrooms to a sink outside. I tried to zero in on their little faces. I quickly and quietly dressed, so I wouldn't wake the six children I had brought with me. I went outside and stood by the door of a small playroom. One by one I met my new children. Quiet and shy and so small! Sweet little faces and rough little hands. I didn't take my camera. I wanted this to be private and I wanted to focus. Just us.