Our last school day was a crying day. First Ra, then many of the girls. Although I’m not a typical cryer, the older students’ rendition of “Kay Sera, Sera” brought tears to my eyes. Hundreds of hugs, even from some of the older boys. We were sent off with notes, origami, and handmade leaf flowers from the students. We would have stayed if we could.
Ra was so worried about me, living with the monks. Bob would be OK. But it would be cold and would they give me a blanket? And I’d be the only woman and would I forget and touch them? She is so sweet.
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