Does that name really mean anything to anyone? I'm pretty sure it means nothing to his parents. No, scratch that, I know it means nothing to his parents. How could it when he's lived on the streets since he was 8, right? And then he was rescued by a friend of mine, and put into their transit home. See, a transit home is not an orphanage or a shelter, it is a short term place of stability for these boys to stay while there is an attempt at contacting their parents. Meanwhile, the children are given counseling, schooling, food, shelter, and love. Dawa was reunited with his parents, but it didn't work out. Now he's back at the transit home. Did I mention that when he was brought in he was addicted to drugs and had already been smoking? He was 8! This kid has seen more stuff than most of us will ever see in a lifetime. At this point in my life I have seen a few places, and I have seen how these kids live, but the difference is the fact that I have seen it, but they have ONLY seen it. They live, eat, breathe, sleep, dream, get high, beg, and exist in it. Dawa did. Now Dawa, the boy who wanted to hold my hand, and wouldn't give me respect until I beat him at his favorite game and flexed my arm, is still in the home. What's his hope? Is there any? I sure hope so, but really, what can I do? Because if I could, I'd pack his little Nepal butt in my pack and bring him home. Logical? Of course not. Wanna know the worst part of the name Dawa now? I left his home today, knowing that there is about an 95% chance I will never see him again after I walked out, but he had no clue. He saw me yesterday, then saw me again today, and I'm pretty sure he thinks he will see me again tomorrow. He won't. This kid has a temper on him. He's skinny, wirey, and quick witted. But hey, how about when one of the other boys came up to Dawa, put his arm around him and said to me, "This is my brother." These kids have a bond that most will never know. They exist together, and they will kill for each other. So, at the end of the day, I gave Dawa a hug, and left. I'm by myself, so there's nobody else to hide behind this time, so I figured I'd get right in there and teach the boys some English during their school time. It was fun, but again, I knew the whole time I would have to leave Dawa. So I left. Now Dawa means something to me. At this point it means a whole lot. What am I gonna do? What can I do? I do not know. So, does Dawa mean anything to you?
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