After breakfast and a little machine time,
Daddy "painted" brown faces with chalk and final packing was done.
We asked my dear friend Sister Claudette to talk with Dimitry with us.
Grant cried.
Claudette cried.
I was choked up, holding Dimmy and talking.
I told him he is part of our family, and we love him very much.
We pray for him every night.
He can't come home with us yet, but we hope soon.
It isn't our choice to leave him, or the sisters' choice.
We will miss him so much, but keep him in our hearts.
Soon, he will come home with us on an airplane.
He is our son.
Grant sobbed as we left Fondwa, and many times along the way to Port-au-Prince.
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