Broken for Kyamagemule

I am so broken for this place my heart aches. At 3:00 a.m. I could no longer sleep. As I sit here trying to write about Kyamagemule, I can’t see because tears fill my eyes. Not because of any sadness, but because of the joy I found in this place despite their circumstances. How is it that we can forget about these people and all the other villages just like them? How can life ever be the same after having known them even for a short time? How can I go home to a lonely life of “things” knowing that I could instead be among these adorable children and loving people?