From a one-classroom school in rural Malawi, came so many lessons. These kids had me falling in love with what I do the more. The language barrier did not hinder the beauty of innocence. A complete stranger that I was to them, and still they instinctively trusted me to tell the truth with every question they asked. They placed an expectation of love and protection on me.
Who I was, my name or where I came from, did not matter to them. Without using any words, they made it known that they cared that they mattered to me.
And this....this can't be taught. It can only be nurtured and protected. A role Madamu (I believe that's supposed to be Madam), their teacher carried out with great love and diligence.
This is CHILDHOOD.