The morning was manual labor, which someone else could have done better and faster. We made lunch for the students. No matter how much we made, it wasn’t enough. The little boys who got to eat were filled with just as much guilt as enchilada, for their little brothers at home who they knew weren’t eating. And when we all played on the playground or the soccer field in the afternoon, we wrestled with the idea of what we should have done differently. What are we really contributing? Ronia, Francisco, and the adults around us who spend every day in this community do more for these kids than anyone. And they also have to feel the most acutely that will never be enough. And so when we come, what are we really giving? During reflection, a classmate mentioned a quote. “We draw near to things we find beautiful.” And so maybe, when we come to this community, it’s not about the manual labor or donations. We are simply affirming how beautiful they are.