Visiting Las Perlas, the area they live in, never gets old.
I don't know how to describe it. It's not like visiting your family, best friend or girlfriend.
No. None of those feelings. This feeling is different.
Second time we visited there, six-year-old Miguel ran out of the blue shouting "PASTOR!!!" and jumped on Roger's neck.
This time, how overwhelmed was I hearing somebody screaming "JUHO!" and "MUCHACHO!" the moment I stepped out of the truck.
Nothing is too good for these guys. I wanna give them all the gifts I can.
Even though I've got piles of pictures of them online, doesn't mean that they would be able to see them.
Therefore, I went and printed out like dozens of photos to give out to them.
I have no idea have they ever seen pictures of themselves.
Their excitement dropped some hints.
"Las Perlas" means "Pearls". That's what they are.
I told them that people around the world have seen these same pictures.
|Melany, Melania's mother.|
They were pretty astonished when I added "And none of them can stand how beautiful you all are".
I think I will drop by and visit them again someday.
Care to join me?