Upon departure for Nima we were tired, jet-lagged, and frustrated that we had to wake up at 7am. On the way our taxi driver asked us “why are you going to the ghetto?”. I didn’t know what to expect. Cement stalls were houses and little children ran through never ending alley ways and jumped across open sewage streams. Once we entered the school my tiredness was knocked out and all I could feel was extreme love in my heart. Not one child was crying or frowning, these children didn’t have much but they didn’t seem to want anything either. They are completely content with each other and thrilled to see foreigners. Giving out stickers made me feel like I was giving out free ipads. The children tackled each other to place a simple pink sparkly butterfly on their forehead.