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Every Friday, on the Knit-a-Square blog, I will be introducing you wonderful people who make up KAS, sometimes volunteers and sometimes, like today, our reason for being, the AIDS orphans of South Africa.

SWEETNESS

Sweetness, is a small AIDS orphan who is being helped by Ten Thousand Homes, a charity for children, in South Africa, for whom the knit-a-square community are knitting and crocheting.

Here is her story, by Brittany who works for Ten Thousand Homes.

Her name is Sweetness.

She is barely three years old and already her eyes reflect the harsh reality that is her life.

 

Orphaned as an infant, Sweetness has been passed around from relative to relative before landing on the doorstep of a widowed uncle.

Out of necessity, he is gone most of the day at work, leaving the three year old behind to fend for herself.

Infected with AIDS, his death will follow swiftly on the heels of her parents and Sweetness will soon be orphaned for the second time.

When I first started work in Kabokweni, Sweetness was shy and would not approach me willingly. She is too solemn for one so small and often stares at her feet rather than respond when I try to talk to her. Sometimes I pick her up whether she acknowledges me or not and hold her close. She doesn’t fight, but lays passive in my arms and keeps her head down. I feel the hard, roundness of her stomach. She looks like a pregnant toddler, but I know that this is often caused by malnutrition.

Yesterday, I was playing a game with about fifty of the kids. They were being loud and acting more rambunctious than normal, but still for the most part good-natured. There was a lot of noise, that amazing crescendo unique to children and, while I was laughing and yelling along with the rest of them, organizing a game was fast becoming impossible.

And in that moment of chaos, I felt tiny arms encircle my leg and a small body pressed itself close to me.

This alone was not unusual, but as I glanced down and saw Sweetness, her cheek resting on my thigh her eyes raised to me, I felt near tears. She stayed glued to me the rest of the day and I let her cling all she wanted. Or maybe it was she who let me cling.

This is why we knit and crochet for Knit-a-Square. Won’t you join us?