After B leaves, we feel a little guilty about moving into her room, but not so guilty that we don’t do it immediately. Its nice to have our own bathroom and not have to go in and outside, locking our doors every time we do.

We go to the CDC to paint again, and when we leave, a group of kids sees us and runs toward us, screaming, FERENGE! When they approach us, they shake hands with all of us and ask me for a photo. As we walk up the street, M and T hold hands with the kids as I take pictures.

When we get back to the house, Eyob the guard tries to teach me the shoulder bump. In Ethiopia, most people chest bump, shaking hands as they pull in to bump chests. The shoulder bump is exactly what it sounds like, but I have never done it before. I won’t lie—I am psyched to be shoulder bumping. I feel almost Ethiopian.

After class, we meet up with a girl who works for another orphanage. We get her number from an adoptive parent from the other program who comes to AHOPE. She tells us the girl, Kate, is lonely and needs friends. It turns out that Kate actually wrote us a note that said I have no friends. Please call me. Apparently, the woman decided not to give it to us, which is tragic.

When we get back to the house with Kate, Eyob refuses to do the shoulder bump. And I am sad. So sad.