I've been sitting at the table reading letters since 6:30am Dogs and cats have been fed, George the rooster is quiet at the moment. I can eat later.
Every May, as part of our intake strategy, we accept letters from those who were unable to attend school this year. Although that is our criteria, there are always those who have been sitting out for much longer who find a scrap of paper and a pen and briefly tell their story in the hopes of support. If we had the funds, I would say yes to everyone who meets our requirements. But we don't, so as a staff we have to choose - who gets to live with hope and who is crushed because we are the only chance in Sen Rafayel. I have another blog ready to go but this one is demanding my time.
"Sa te vin koz mwen pran echek."
That's the reason I didn't pass (my year at school).
She ends by saying:
"nan moman sa mwen vle tounen lekol paske mwen mache sou de pye'm koonye a. Tanpri pran ke'm jis pou m efase enpe chagrin ."
At the present time I would like to return to school because I am walking on 2 feet again. Please help my heart erase a little of the sorrow (grief, heartache)."
There are 54 letters before hers and as many again I have yet to read.