The Painful Truth

I am not sure when she figured it out. 

But our Eden, she is a smart cookie. 

Tonight, at dinner, I made a comment. 

It was off hand. 

It was really nothing. 

I had just peeled a banana, 

I had asked the girls twice if they were going to eat it. They promised. 

And there the whole banana sat. Open. 

And I said, "I hate to see a banana wasted.

There is no way to save it now. Now it will just have to go in the trash.

All I can think of is how many people are hungry. 

How many people would have loved that banana."

"In Haiti?" Eden asked. 

"Yes. But also here. And all over the world."

"There is plenty of food in the world," Chris explained, "We just need to share it."

"Like with our brother? Do you think he is hungry?" Eden said. 

And the tears began to fill my eyes. 

I think he is hungry. I know he is hungry.

Even if he is in the best creche in Haiti he is still hungry. 

Still malnourished.  

Sill waiting. 

And so we answered. Chris holding my hand as the words came out of my mouth. 

"Yes. I think he is hungry. Which is why we need to bring him home soon."

"Or else he might die."

Yes. Yes. 

Yes. 

And I am a mess. I am now weeping. 

And she is saying, "I am sorry. I am sorry. I didn't mean it."

And Chris pulls his arm around me. 

And with tears in my eyes, I pull Eden close and I tell her, 

"It is the truth. And God calls us to change it."

And she says,

"I know. Lets Be The Good."

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