Since leaving Uganda just a couple days ago,
I am constantly changing the times to see what time it is in Uganda.
I look at the clock take away two hours and change it from am to pm or reverse.
I think about it and think about the babies at the baby home...
The babies are eating.
The babies are sleeping.
The babies are at pre-school.
The babies are outside playing.
Is it raining or is it chilly?
Do they remember me coming everyday and look for me?
Do they miss me?
Does Edith realize I am not coming back for a few months?
Do they look up every time someone white walks in and wonder
who they are and are they from Emma's team?..
Do the nanny's wish we were still there to help?
Aghhhh, it's driving me crazy.
I can see the tears falling down her face as I said goodbye.
I can see the doll I gave her that she threw on the ground as she watched me leave.
Ohhhh how my heart is aching.
I feel like it was run over by semi truck.
I miss you.
I am coming back.
Hold on darling.