So coming back to Site and now

So I got back to my site and ran home to hear "Vicki, Vicki, Vicki"...being chanted by my two little babies Bitwale and Kissa. They were back! My heart jumped for joy and I ran and hugged them. I was sad to hear that they were not staying and that their father had been given a transfer to Mbeya (closer to his relatives). They were only going to be back for a few weeks packing their things before they had to move. At least I had this time to say a proper goodbye and shower them with crayons, watercolors, a puzzle set, and gum. They had a new housegirl because Esther had moved after the mamma died. Sad. Mila, my dog, jumped for joy and attacked me. It was a happy reunion. Since I arrived at school two day after planned, I figured I missed classes or what have you...No fears. School classes had not begun and the students were simply "cleaning" and making bricks. I quicky visited my nuns and visited the MP's wife's house to say goodbye to her daughter. Then I returned home for my first chill night back and relished being back home but sad that the parties and good friends were over. The next day I hit my school only to find that classes were still not in session..geez. Making bricks.I was rather um annoyed because I wanted to get my classes going. I sat in my ofice, day-dreamed and wrote a scheme of work for Form I. I then visted the nuns and Sister Judy (my fave and grown-up BFF in the village) then invited me to come back to her village Madaba that weekend to welcome her brother home who had been studying to be a priest in the Philippines. So I of course said yes and planned the trip. That night and the night after I watched videos with Kiss and Bitwale. They fed me and danced for me. It was all so different though. No more momma. The father is the one whom you can tell is the most affected. The kids simply play, but he is quiet. I can tell that he fees like a stranger in Namabengo.He no longer works at the school and is getting ready to leave. Poor man. I drive myself crazy wondering what he is feeling. I manage to teach one period of class that week. Not enough time to finish this journal, but will ongeza more in two weeks. Be back in two Saturdays just for the night. Feel free to call, email, or write me a letter teling me HOW YOU ARE FEELING.Let me in dammit. I may be far away, but I still want to know if you are upset, happy, etc and why.