Please, don't call me that.....
It's a strange thing to get used to. Having a group of children call you Mama. They call all of the women Mama. In a sense, I suppose we all are their mom's. It's just odd answering to that name.
Yesterday, one of the HIV positive children bit me. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to put a scare into me. The owner doesn't tell us who is positive and who is not, as she's worried that we will treat them differently, and she is probably right. I just asked the full time nanny - and secretly, she told me who is and isn't. I'm so good at that ;-)
Tomorrow, we are heading on the wine garden tour - should be .... interesting... lol.
Yesterday, one of the HIV positive children bit me. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to put a scare into me. The owner doesn't tell us who is positive and who is not, as she's worried that we will treat them differently, and she is probably right. I just asked the full time nanny - and secretly, she told me who is and isn't. I'm so good at that ;-)
Tomorrow, we are heading on the wine garden tour - should be .... interesting... lol.