rollercoaster

what a day. what a week.

ok, so a quick recap, we have lost our contract at the orphanage we work at. we have however managed to retain our placement in the hope that the contract will be renewed and in the meantime we can continue the work we do at the rural rehabilitation centres and english teaching. we are now under the banner of a community program rather than orphanage program.

there are four orphans who we tend to prioritise in light of the fact that they have disabilities. we intended to take them with us to our rural placements each morning. give them the stimulation and physical therapy they need.

nope. not happening.

ok, just one, just Little Phouc. he needs his physical therapy each day or he will regress. so we'll just take him for now and see how we go.

ok.

actually, nope. not happening.
he's too weak to travel.

bullshit.
bullshit.
bullshit.

i HATE the director of that orphanage and i've never even met her.
i HATE the state of this stupid corrupt system.

and i'm afraid.
i'm afraid for him. what will happen to him? he's made so much progress in the last three months, sure, in the last four weeks i've seen him improve. if he goes without physio he'll just end up back the way he was, a little ball of a body lying on his bed 24 hours a day in pain and bored.

i'm so disappointed and frustrated and so so sad for my little darling. he's such an amazing little being. my heart swells with love and admiration for him every time i just think of him.
the saddest thing of all is that if we had just known sooner we could have somehow made efforts to bridge the gap and make sure he gets his physio somehow...

however, i am here for another four or five weeks and who knows what will happen before i leave. i know you don't know this boy but please, if you read this, send me some positive vibes or pray for him or do whatever it is that you do in times of need.
he needs.