A June 1 story

A couple of days ago I went to the orphanage where my three boys have spent most of their childhood. I went there with Kol and my friend Nairi and we had stuffed our truck to the top with clothes, blankets, toys and all sorts of candy and sweet delights and other presents... everything we could gather from our home and a few friends' homes. There was barely any place for us three to sit inside, so full the truck was. I was sure there must have been enough clothes and other things for all the kids in that orphanage, and in fact we were going to visit a second, bigger one if some of that stuff remained.

( But what happened there )