Rough Day

So...Rachel and I took 5 of the newer kids at the orphanage to get tested for HIV today. One of the girls is positive. The nurse told us before she tested the kids what a positive result would look like. Rachel and I were sitting there with the kids and saw the line go through the strip. We just looked at each other. It was horrible.

When we got back to the orphanage, Lucy gave me my change from the money I gave her to buy materials for the divider for the school (of course she spent extra money, but at least it was for water and a tool for the garden). She then asked us who was going to pay for the labor for the project. Her SON is the one building the divider, and he did not include labor in his quote. I almost lost it when she asked me who was going to pay, and she knew I was mad. I told her I'd talk to her other son, Antony (who I actually really like and the kids do as well). We met him leaving the orphanage, and he thought his brother was donating his time to build the divider as well. Luckily, he offered to talk to his mom (Lucy) and his brother for us.

The thing that actually made me the most upset was not the money, per se. It was the fact that she was concerned about her son getting paid but did not even bother to ASK about the test results. It was just so crazy coming from a situation where I had to sit in an office and talk to a nurse about bring a 7-yr-old girl back to the clinic in the morning so she could get on HIV meds to having Lucy, who is supposed to be the mother figure to these kidss, not even bother to ask us how the testing went. We have to bring 5 more kids in for testing tomorrow, and hopefully the results will be better.