and blessed with love.
i love how it is socially acceptable for teenage boys here to tell me they love me (te quiero in spanish) and write me notes with hearts all over them. even boys who still celebrate violence while trying to escape it. wednesday was my last day at the treatment center until september, and even though i'll be back in two months, they threw me a party with cake, coke, and dancing. the boys made me a gaint card, a drawing on a wooden panel, and each one left me a note tucked into a little green ceramic box.