Chapter 13: Washing Pots
Maria turned to see who was entering the kitchen—warm soap bubbles dripping off her finger tips. It
was the orphanage’s general manager, a Cambodian
woman full of laughter and an enormous talent for
getting things done.
“Have you heard any news?”
“Yes, Maria, we received word from the refugee
center last night. Judy said that everything went
just fine. She sends you her best.”
“Oh great, I was so worried.”
“We all understand and our prayers are with you. Are
you enjoying your work in the kitchen?”
“Yes, thank you for giving me something to do. After
these dishes I’m going to visit to the market
across the street and buy some material to make
curtains. Everywhere I turn there is so much to do.
Just look at all those ripe bananas! Do you think
the children would like some hot banana bread?”
“Oh, the children would enjoy that very much. If
everything’s OK, then, I’ll leave you alone. I need
to meet with the carpenter.”
“Oh, please, don’t let me keep you any longer. I
have plenty to do. Thank you for everything.”
“You are most welcome. We are praying for everyone’s
safe return.” Having said that, Maria put her hands
back into the sink of hot water, reaching for the
next dish.
After everything was washed and put away, Maria
stepped outside hoping to see the children. Sure
enough the yard was full of laughter, something
that always brought her enormous happiness. At
first Maria didn’t see this one little girl because she
was standing off to the side. Finally noticing her,
Maria’s heart melted. Asking what her name was, she
didn’t seem to understand English. Maria wanted to
ask if she could take her picture. Returning with
her camera, the little girl just stood still and
patiently let her take it. This photograph would be
one that Maria would cherish forever.
