Having read my book ”Hope Made Real," you may remember David. He’s on Page 117. He was our first baby and was the reason we started a preschool in 2010.
At times David, like all kids, doesn’t consider the consequences of his actions.
In April the secondary students had a two-week break before starting the last term of the school year.
Rather than having the parents travel to the school to pick up their kids, the school transports the students by bus to the stadium in Muhanga town.
It is then up to the parents to pick up the kids and get them home.
David made a bad decision. Coming off the bus he headed straight home to Urukundo. That’s a long walk from the stadium to Urukundo Village.
The walk was not a problem. The problem was David needed permission from his parents to come home.
Yep, you got it. He did not get permission.
I was happy to see him and assumed he had permission. Hugs were exchanged, and he showed me his report card with pride.
Being the mom, I asked Olive to call and let David’s family know he had arrived safely and was OK. When Olive called, they were not happy. The moto driver had called them to say he could not find David at the stadium. David had come home to his mom and Urukundo, causing worry for his foster family.
I had to talk to him about obeying rules and respecting his foster family and his school and send him back to his foster family.
David's tears broke my heart. I do wish he had asked for permission before coming.
After returning to his foster family David was given permission to spend three days with his Urukundo family.
David home for a short visit. His foster family has shared time off from school with us. Welcome home, David.