When I first arrived at Misioneros del Camino, I was nervous. I don’t speak Spanish — my first language is Portuguese — and I wasn’t sure how I would connect with the kids. But I quickly learned that love doesn’t need perfect translation.
One of the first girls I met was Gracy. She had just arrived with her three younger siblings after losing their mother to a tragic act of violence. There was something about Gracy — a quiet strength, a protectiveness over her siblings, and a sadness in her eyes that felt deeper than words.
Despite the language barrier, we found our own way to talk. We used gestures, hand squeezes, smiles, and lots of hugs. I’d fumble through broken Spanish, and she’d respond with shy giggles or just sit next to me and hold my hand. Every day, our bond grew stronger — not because of what we said, but because of how we made each other feel: seen, safe, and cared for.
My last visit happened to fall on my birthday. I spent my birthday at Misioneros — and it turned out to be one of the most meaningful birthdays I’ve ever had. We brought cake and treats for all the children. They sang, laughed, and made me feel so loved. Gracy gave me the biggest hug and whispered “Feliz cumpleaños” — and I nearly cried.
That day reminded me that the most special moments in life are the ones shared with others — especially those who remind us that connection is about heart, not language.
