I left a part of my heart in Batam.
At the first home we arrived at, there were a group of young children playing in the front. As my aunts went in to settle the donations stuff, I stayed out & played with the kids.
I was immediately attracted to the youngest boy who still had snot on his nose. I could see him appraising me from afar, still shy & unsure of my presence. I coaxed him to come near me but he kept still with wary eyes. I proceeded to play with the girls & before I knew it, he was standing next to me & holding my hand.
When it was time for me to leave, he ran to hide behind a motorbike. I tried to coax him to wave goodbye but he refused. As I sat in the van & it reversed, I nearly teared when I saw him staring at the retreating van with incomprehension in his eyes.
Ah Yusuf, I wished I could have brought you home with me & bring you up as my own.
My child, may He always protect you & fill your heart with love for Him, may you always have enough & may you be the beacon of light for others. :’)
You will always be remembered as the little angel who stole my heart.