House of Hope

2019-03-08T11:26:30+11:00March 7th, 2019|

It was a rainy day and the rain drops were drumming against the window. Our small meeting room had the looks of the long passed soviet era. It was an old room in desperate need of a facelift. The tired director of the boarding school was sitting behind her desk, piled with all sorts of paperwork. The clutter was unavoidable. She had been there a long time. A long-time mother for hundreds of forsaken kids. Her door never closed for any of “her” children. They all were welcomed, any time. The question she asked just a moment before, had [...]