Blessed is the man that hears gentle voices call him papa.
They call him papa when he can't feed them.
They say papa I love you when he provides no clothing or housing.
They ask if papa is okay when he wells up for no apparent reason.
These gentle voices try to buy and do things for papa.
Papa doesn't deserve any of it. NOT ONE BIT.
Then that is his blessing.
Living outside now for a month,everyone with sniffles and colds.
It rains every other night now and our 'roof' leaks.
No walls to negate the cold night air or wind.
Everything is dusty and dirty. Livestock and insects are in and on any food we get all the time.
We sit to feast and a chicken or duck will decide it's kick off time. Large wings flapping frantically, blowing up huge clouds of dust from the dirt floor with feathers and animal shit remnants floating into our meals.
Perfect storm for a sick man and small children.
Covid was a concern,now pneumonia and dysentery are more likely.
Defecating in the bushes with a plastic bottle of water to wash the fecal matter from yourself.
HOPE IS FREE.
So we've got loads of that. I wrap the gentle voices in it, it feeds us all. Hope keeps us warm and dry. Our protector ,hope keeps us safe.
We are allowed to leave back to the UK in 16 days.
15 more nights of this, can it finish me off? I hope not.
I Lost 8 kilos last month. That's 12 under my optimal weight.
Skin is going rotten again,scabby and itchy, non stop. It's just the animal filth here.
Kids all have lice. Everytime we treat it they come back because everything is ALWAYS dirty and abused by livestock and cattle.
A cow woke me nibbling at my pillow.
A beautiful cow with huge shining eyes and fleas. So many fleas.
I hope, hope keeps us we'll enough to make that journey. PEACE.
I have heard gentle voices ask me for food and a room to live in. So I ask in my most gentle voice, please share this.
We need a room with food near the British embassy in Phnom Penh.
https://goget.fund/32PAGa5
WING- 077870048