Katya was with us for a 3-week visit. One year ago, she was in an orphanage camp where the counselors twisted the children’s arms when they didn’t cooperate. Some landed in the hospital … in traction.
Tonight Katya began to share of an experience when a lady with blond hair threatened to cut off some part of some boys’ anatomy because of something they did. Katya still is too ashamed to share with me what they did. I’m waiting … seething, praying … but waiting.
As we sit on our deck, enjoying shrimp and orzo salad, talking about the library, the pool, fireflies, it’s easy to forget where Katya came from. It’s easy to forget, say we’ve done our deal, and close our eyes to the 27 million people who are enslaved today. To forget what would likely have been Katya’s future along with the 60% of Ukrainian girls who leave the orphanage and somehow enter the sex industry. Watch this video and join me in asking, “What is my part?”