They live pretty far up in the hills, away from the church and Compassion project. We rode the bus up as far as we could, then began walking. We walked and walked and walked, with the two girls leading the way. The pictures I showed you in the previous post of the neighborhoods were taken on our walk to their home. The girls were so excited that we were coming to their house. I loved their innocence and naivety - they had no idea their home would shock us and be so different than the homes we are used to. At ages 4 and 7 there was no hint of embarrassment - just excitement that we would visit their home.
They led us up very steep "steps" if you can call some of them that. It really was no place for children to be running around, and yet it was the only way for them to get to their home.
I told you a little bit about them while I was in Peru, but I'll go ahead and share their story again. They live with their mother, Elizabeth, and their 13 year old sister, Anna. Their father left them when Mariel was just a baby. The mother has to work whenever she can and often has to leave Mariel and Mirella in Anna's care.
Earlier this year, in May, Elizabeth was at work and the three girls were home alone. Because they don't have electricity, they use candles at night for light. They were living in a two room house and had gone to one room to get ready for bed when one of the candles got knocked over and the house went up in flames.
Can you imagine? Three children, home alone and their house is burning down. Thankfully, the neighbors were right there to help the girls and contain the fire. Elizabeth was so remorseful when she told this story, yet so grateful God kept her children safe.
The neighbors pulled their resources together and the church (Compassion) helped out as well, getting a new home up for this family. The home is very small - one room that is maybe 15 feet by 20 feet. The walls are thin plywood, the floors are dirt, the window is just a square cut out with a plastic flap and the roof is tin.
How beautiful is this girl?
Before we arrived at the house, the oldest daughter, Anna had gotten water. They have to go up the hill to the water tower and bring water down in buckets to use. They keep the water in these containers.
2 comments:
Jill, thank you so much for sharing these glimpses into the lives of the people of Peru. One thing that strikes me is how children living in poverty encounter things every day that I would ask my own daughters to steer clear of. Things like metal roofing, rusty metal, steep walkways, stagnant water ~ My Mama instinct would cause me to warn my daughters to beware. They are just day-to-day experiences for so many children.
(To answer questions you posed on my blog, we live in the finger Lakes area of NY, so I am part of the Northeast Advocates group!)
These pictures are amazing...thanks for sharing them.
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