Throughout my seventeen years I have grown up to be an only child. I have missed having a brother or a sister to share my life with.
When our church approached my parents and I with an opportunity to sponsor a child in a poor country, we decided it was the right path to take.
We sponsored a ten year old girl Lily, who lived in Nicaragua. It is one of the poorest countries in the world. For the next four years we have kept in constant contact with her and made her part of our family. In February, 2009 we traveled to Managua, Nicaragua on a mission awareness trip with cfca ( Christian foundtion for children and aging).Cfcausa.org the organization she is spnsored through.
My parents and I first raveled to other families that were in need of sponsoring. These families were very poor. Their homes were made of mud, dirt floors, with chickens and pigs running in and out of the home. They welcomed us with parades and colorful dances. They provided lunch, sometimes only rice and beans but served with pride and love. I met many young girls and boys my age. My three years of Spanish really came in handy! We communicated very well and with lots of laughing! Then came the day to meet our sponsored girl, Lily, she is now fourteen years old. We came by bus to the center where she was staying . Before we could get off the bus; she was waving and smiling at us. We hugged and hugged. She knew us right off because of pictures that we had sent. I again used all my Spanish that I could recall to talk to her. It was a wonderful and happy time for her and us. I kept holding her hand and hugging her. The next two days we spent with her. She told us about her family and the death of her mother in 2008, and how sad she was. She has two sisters and three brothers. We brought her gifts from the United States; one was a silver necklace with Our Father prayer inscribed on it in Spanish. I said the prayer in Spanish with Lily, (I had learned it in Spanish class) and it helped to make us much closer. Later she returned to her village, Bluefields, Nicaragua where her family was.
We traveled a few days later by air to Bluefields, which is on the coast of Nicaragua. We were welcomed with lots more hugs by Wendy(interpreter) she was a great help. Lily and her father, Augustin. Over the next days spent with her and sisters, I felt like I truly found my lost sisters and not even poverty could come between us. What fun we had playing outside of her father’s home! It has one room, dirt floors, no running water. What pride her father has for home and family. He offered my mother the only chair in the little shack for her to sit on.
For this journey had to come to an end, we had to say good bye.
I am not an only child any longer. I have a family with sisters in another country that I will see again. This trip for me is nothing like a high school girl could ever imagine. Books and videos do not show how poverty takes over a country. You need to see it for yourself to believe it.
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