The special school she attends has a government curriculum that she gets taught. Rosie did well and although we couldn't understand the grading it was really awesome seeing her writing and learning numbers and the alphabet. She had never attended school and, at 11 years old, she finally has a chance to read and write and be able to count.

The day school closed I had a tough busy day and didn't get to pick her up until after 5pm. When she saw me she ran and gave me a huge big hug! I have to say didn't see that one coming and had not anticipated it. All I could do is break down and cry like a baby all the while trying to explain to Rosie through big breaths that they were tears of Joy! 😂 We didn't visit so as to get her to settle and avoid disruptions. We kept up with her progress through the deputy head (lovely lady) and she was settling in well.

We took her home leaving all her school gear at school (so the dad doesn't sell them) other than the uniform she wore (she loooves her uniform) and she would wear it back to school. We got home to find no food for her and her brothers. Lucky for us we had some unsold ChomaBox meals, which made dinner easy.

She survived the holidays and is now back to school. We need a place for her to stay during the school holidays as it's not safe for her at home. The mum's partner beats her and she has a tendency to roam around all night and doesn't get to eat for days. For a girl her age being out at night in Langas is definitely not safe or ideal.

I would have loved to be there taking her back to school but thankfully God makes a way and Paul is, and did. We are looking forward to hear from her teachers this term re progress.