draft from may 9...

How can I be discreet, how can I be vague? I'm distraught to know that one of my friends, someone I truly love and care for, is living in a completely unsafe environment at home. How can I go home now knowing the situation she's in? I'm sick, and it's not just because of the MacDonalds sitting in my gut. Another girl, one of the sweetest I've ever known told me the story of how she came to be an orphan. She told me every detail of her mother's death and we cried together. Leaving her was harder than any autumn csr or greenbay goodbye. I hugged her and we both knew there was a chance we'd never see each other again- it was obvious in our uncertain smiles. I'm so, so sorry to her that she trusted me enough to tell me of her deepest heartache and then I left only a couple days later. It's in no way fair. I have three days left here but I'm already weeping. I don't know how to fly away from the Philippines and leave the first church family I've had in years. I've made friends in this time that I could trust my life to. They love me, they trust me. They welcome my opinion and give me responsibilities, believing that I'll do a good job or at least try my best. I really feel like I belong here.