Remember him? My little student Diego? The boy who terrorized me but yet made me happy and excited to go teach every day at the church in Larco? The super smart student who really just came to play soccer after class? Remember how after Nov. of 2009, he just stopped coming to class, and then I didn’t see him again till the night of my birthday last year?
http://riseandcome.wordpress.com/2010/04/21/loving-people-is-hard-work/
Well. Today, I was walking down the street, with two of my roommates. We were headed to the grocery store, and then to one of the missionaries’ houses. As we paused to cross a busy street I looked over and noticed three kids messing around, throwing rocks. I recognized one face – older, but still dear …. DIEGO!
I yelled his name across the street, just as he dropped his rocks to board a bus that was going by. He saw me… “HOLA HEIDI!!!” and then he disappeared into the bus.
It’s funny… Diego was one of my introductions to Peru… one of my challenges, but one of my best memories. And now… now that I’m leaving Peru, a YEAR after I saw him last from a taxi, I saw him again.
I think it’s one of my first goodbyes.
hopefully not everyone will say their goodbyes with “hola heidi!” while disappearing into a bus
Yesterday we made lemonade and i had a flashback of when you or another big girl used to make the lemonade for the children’s snack after church. i remember when you would let me come with you and “help” you make it. i liked helping you best because you would always let me make shore it was not poisonous and let me test it in those tiny bathroom cups. ah . . . . good times!
P.S. i was probable around 7?