We got to the Chua Duc Son Orphanage 45 minutes late and Michelle, though ticked, remained poised.
The 120 or so kids, seated girls to the left and boys to the right in order of grade, were ready to eat their 10:45 lunch. I suppose they were going to sing to us and have some one-on-one time before Monk Thich Nu made an announcement about our funding this protein-rich meal of pork and noodles, but after waiting so long they probably thought we weren’t coming.
We stood there like idiots, while the food was getting cold and we wanted to talk with them, share songs and visit, but not while they were eating. We noticed an empty table, realizing this was ours; set with food, and sat there. As we ate, a women brought a baby by our table and we all played with her and asked questions.
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