"Uh guys... something just flew into our room."

We think it was a bird... but we also think it's gone. We hope.

Ok. So this morning was our second to last day at the Red Cross Children's Hospital and it was a kind of quiet day. One of the children who has been with us this whole time was surprisingly not there. I think him suddenly not being there when we walked in was a bit of a wake up call as to what this Friday is going to bring when we say our goodbyes. My little friend who was feeling terrible last week was fully back into her usual mood: bossing us around and making us do goofy things so she could laugh at us. She had me draw a picture of my family and since my art skills only extend as far as stick figures and a pretty mean sun drawing, that's what she got. She laughed a lot. 

We had our final trip to Camps Bay this afternoon and I can honestly say I will never forget the feeling of walking onto that beach for the first time almost 3 weeks ago. It was truly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. To be with my friends, some new some old, all screaming and running around because of the beauty of a view and the realization of where we were was a memory I will hold onto for a long time.