Kids came home form school, quickly changed their school uniform, as every day and were ready to go. (They are still living at their current space). All ligned up waiting to leave to go to the neighbour….

 
The neighbour invited all 11 children for dinner. It was the anniversary of the death of his father. And this apparently gets celebrated. What a nice way don’t you think? I asked if I can join and was warmly welcome …

After dinner no time was wasted: hands got washed, two girls grabbed my hand to ensure I don’t get lost 🙂 and we left again. 

“Namaste”.