Revelation

After we gathered the children, we got into the car. I drove off to an orphanage home, one that I had been sponsoring for years. The ride was quiet, the weight of the situation hanging heavily over us.

When we arrived, the two children clung to Ina, crying and pleading not to be left behind. Their desperation was heart-wrenching.

"Ina," one of the children sobbed, "don't leave us."

Ina knelt down and hugged them tightly. "I'll come back regularly to check on you," she promised, her voice gentle but firm. "You're safe here. I won't abandon you."

The children sniffled, their tears slowly subsiding. They trusted her, and it showed in their reluctant nods.

I spoke to the orphanage director, ensuring that the children would be well taken care of. The director, knowing my involvement with the orphanage, reassured me that they would receive the best care possible.

When we arrived at the house, I didn’t want Ina to exert herself, especially with her being so heavily pregnant. I called on one