Today we took a taxi to the Island area to a Doctors Without Borders hospital. The trip was slow with busy congested traffic. Again, I expected to see a modern facility with many Western doctors and nurses, and again I saw mostly African nurses. However, it was clean and many men and woman warmly greeted PeWe with big smiles. He was well-known at this hospital. We took many photos of PeWe and nurses and one little girl named May-ma.

Joining us on this trip where PeWe’s grandmother, and an AOH representative. PeWe’s grandmother was his main caregiver, and stayed at the hospital with him for two years.
Pewe’s grandmother got out of the taxi just after we crossed the bridge coming back into Monrovia. Shortly after Pewe began to wimper, then cry very loudly. We expected some of this, but it is always hard. However hard this is for us, it is harder for him. In his 5 short years, he has spent time with his birthmother, his grandmother, the hospital, the orphanage, and now our little Bed and Breakfast room. What he needs most is days on end with a consistent environment. In 2 days, he will get that. This will be a tough day for him now, but an investment in his future. We know he’ll be glad to be able to see where he spent some of his Liberian childhood and the faces of his friends, mother and grandmother.

Steve