Chapter One (because I think it would kill me to write about it all at once)** Thinking about my first day in Managua makes me want to cry, get sick and cut myself open. My emotions are too intense. I want to share with you what it feels like, but I'm not that talented. On the bus on the way to the volcanic lake, you'd never know that the little boy clinging to you, fitting his body into your lap as though he was made for it, all cleaned up in a little orange shirt, smiling and sweet, you'd never believe where he sleeps at night. You'd watch him in the water, the older boy taking his head band off and showing the younger one how to wear it cool, you'd never know... One boy would
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