The son of the gardener

I am a gardener at the Sembè hospital, the miracle of Sambè. My baby got sick and they had to hospitalize him in pediatrics. I am with him tonight. When this hospital was building I have often heard the nuns saying it was dangerous, that it was a crazy mission. They wanted to close it. What if they did? What would happen to my child? Would he have died as many other people that I see entering here every day? The nun always arrives with vans full of sick people, some needs to amputate an arm or a leg, others have been poisoned by a snake and others need a surgery. What would happen to these people without the hospital? Sometimes I hear children crying at night when I stop here. They cry because they are hungry. The hospital has a round kitchen and the nuns are awake and they give milk to children. They give bread or chocolate to them sometimes. When they are lucky they give them sardines. A gentleman told the nun that children should not cry because of hunger. But this happens in Africa. Funds for medicines and food arrive from Italy and also for schools. At school children learn to cultivate and maybe one day we will stop to get hungry. Meanwhile snakes, frogs and mice that we catch are enough. Snakes enter even the hospital sometimes but they have never been able to harm anyone and we always succeed to eat them. This is also a miracle, just like this hospital.

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