Ado

It's hard not to think of Ado as my favorite. He was so cute, and often made himself more endearing by running down the sidewalk to greet me when he saw me coming. His facial expressions were to die for. When another kid was crying, the concerned look he would get was out-of-this-world adorable. And when he chased the chickens... You get the picture.
But Ado stays in my heart for another reason. Though he's only two, I watched his personality really come out during the time I was with him, and it wasn't as cute as his face. Ado would scream for water and not want to share, even when he wasn't thirsty anymore. He wanted to carry the water bag with him, just in case. He threw tantrums whenever he didn't get his way. And I don't blame him - I probably would have been the same way if I didn't know where my next meal was coming from and never felt loved. However, Ado showed me that my mission in life isn't to feed kids and change diapers. That's not enough. My mission is to show them the love of Jesus and hope they'll run into His arms. He's the only one who can truly satisfy them, no matter what their circumstance.