As the days went by, the family became more comfortable with us, and it was nice to hear giggles and laughter coming from the two little boys in the basement apartment. Mom wanted to learn some English while she was with us – and came up to the dining room to learn the days of the week; the denominations of money; the alphabet; the months of the year. It was evident that she is eager to learn English and is anxious to begin her classes sometime in November. The children were busy and went to the park nearby often to play soccer and play on the swings. Dad can speak English and hopes to get registered in the Community College and learn a trade so that he can support his family.
One of the things we learned is that – leaving family members and all of the life they knew was a huge sacrifice yet as the days unfolded here in Canada there seemed to be nothing that could change their hope of providing a safe life for their children and no obstacle was going to stop them going forward.
May those who live with us uprooted from their homeland,
find a new home in our country where their history is respected,
their gifts and graces celebrated, and their fear lessened.
May we be their home and the ones who open our hearts in welcome.
-Sister Ann MacDonald, csj