You are not forgotten.

I grew tired from a day out. I was nervous to go to a polio rehabilitation service near Holeta. Than I saw the kids faces. One phrase hit me. “What about me?” They weren’t asking for much. Just seeing a new face brightened their day. “That is all they want.” My mom told me afterwards. People with disabilities are forgotten here. People from the outside want them to know they are not forgotten. 😌