Wherever you are, I hope one day this reaches you.

January 5, 2016

5:17pm

To the little girl in the green polka dots,

        My name is Dan. You may never remember this ever again, but you and I met yesterday. I came to your home of Gihembe and was being given a tour. While taking in a really breathtaking view, you came up and greeted me. You didn’t say a word, and neither did I. You just took my hand and I smiled at you. We walked for what seemed like forever. I have met children my whole time in Rwanda, but something about you really spoke to me. You have to be no more than three years old. We got to the area my friends and I were performing our show, and I sat you down. When the show ended, children swarmed me when suddenly I felt a familiar hand in mine. I looked down and there you were. You were picking up right where we left off. We walked silently for the next few minutes until we got to the bus. I froze and just stared at you. You have such innocence in your eyes, and you were one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life. I was pushed toward the bus and your hand slipped out of mine. I looked for you as we left, but I didn’t see you. Then, we stopped for a few moments and there you were. Just gazing at the bus. It took everything to hold back my tears as we drove away. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we left.

        I don’t even know your name, but I want you to know that you have left your handprint on my soul. You have impacted me in a way no one else may ever do. If I can ever go back to the camp and visit you again, I promise you I will. I would do anything in my power to help you and your family have a better life, and I swear to everything that I will pray for you every day for the rest of my life. Thank you for crossing paths with me, and I cherish the memory I have of you.

Love,

Daniel Torres