WORLD NEWS
October 3, 2008
Dasia Carr, 12
I have been back for a while now but something in me just isn't the same. I just can't point it out exactly. I wish I knew exactly what changed and what I can still change. School has started and I can't stop thinking about this trip. I still remember the day we delivered the items to the granny-led household of 23. She was so happy and excited. I really want to go back and check on them and see how they're doing, like how a mother would check on their child. If (there’s) anything they need or even wanted I feel so responsible for getting it to them. I hate the fact that I can't call, text, write, or e-mail them. Every time I go to sleep I think about how my day could've gone if I had still been in South Africa. I think about what time it would've been and what could've been going on in the cabin at that point in time. I'm still trying to cope with my old lifestyle because I miss what I had to do in Africa so much.
