Jesus is my girlfriend

I cook for the boys. They ask why I am making them cut all these vegetables and why I will put them in pasta. I tell them, wait, wait. It is raining. It is raining a lot. I feel like I haven’t eaten all day. I wonder if the people who eat once every few days, feel this same way. I wonder if my body is as strong and tolerant as theirs to even survive without food for two days and live a high energy day. the pasta is done. They all come with their bowls, dirty bowls, saucers, small plates. I laugh. D, asks why I won’t give him a second helping. I only cooked 6 packets of pasta for stirfry, not 20 I tell him. He cannot see, but I tell him he’s my favorite and I gave him an extra serving.

After dinner I sit with Cl in the kitchen. I finally get to eat. I give him some Gatorade. He tells me he has had problems in his chest since he was a little boy so thats why he's extra sick when he gets ill. He asks if my parents are alive. I tell him yes both. He tells me how his parents died. He asks for my phone to call some people. He tells me he has called the orphanage and that his best friend is there and he is good. He is happy. His best friend and him grew up together. He lies down on the floor and points to the rain and says this is how they used to sleep on the streets. He asks if I understand. I do. His English is broken but we always seem to understand each other well.His friend is back in the orphanage. He says what happened to him during the earthquake. He says Jesus, Jesus, again. Jesus saved me. I joke about his girlfriend when he asks for my phone again. Jesus is my girlfriend he says. Jesus is my everything. My clothes, my money, my friends don’t matter he tells me. Jesus matters. Jesus.