The two places that will forever have in my heart are called the City of Children in Ensenada, Mexico and El Zorrillo, Mexico. For those of you who have never heard of the City of Children, it is a children’s home for children whose parents have abandoned them, abused them, simply can’t take of them, or whose environment was consider not suitable. These are the children who need love. They are the children who give more love than I have ever seen. They may not know your name, but they love you and want to play with you the moment that you step into the home. At the City of Children, groups from the Untied States come every week of the summer and plan VBS’s for the children. They also do work projects to help improve the facilities at the home, do different outreach work to surrounding cities, and do some hardcore playing with the children. The children that live in the City of Children are very well taken care of, but they struggle emotionally because of all that they have been through in their short lifetimes. Every child there has a story.
One little girl there that has become one of my best friends has one of the worst stories of any child that has lived in the city of children. Her name is Karla. Karla was abused in every way possible by her father, when she was very, very young. When she came to live at the City of Children, she was unable to walk or talk. The doctors were not sure that she would ever be able to walk. She has been through years of physical and speech therapy. She is now fifteen years old and can both walk and talk.