Before I get to the beef of the story I want to first talk about one of the Children in the Casa. His name is Fermin and I mentioned him in my last post. He is 9 years old but has the mental capacity of a 3 year old becuase of a mental handicap that could have been from birth but is thought to be caused by physical abuse. Growing up, he had a mother who also had a mental disability and since she did not know how to take care of him she would just lock him in a room and he was naked, cold, and hungry. He lived like this for 6 years until Fermin was found one cold and rainy day in a corner of a dark lane, he was very dirty, just wearing a jumper, bare feet, and seriously malnourished. Fermin is placed with the pequeños in an effort to stimulate him. He often just paises back and forth sometimes running, sometimes just sitting down. It was during one of his series of running back and forth that this story begins:
I was working with the pequeños this morning so I was in one room making sure the young ones were eating while one of the señoritas was in the other room with Fermin. I look over to see that the señorita had gone downstairs for a second to give some of the kids their medication when I saw Fermin running and he tripped over the uneven floor and bumped his head on the drawers in front of him. I went ove to see if he was ok to see his face covered in blood and a nice gash in his forehead. I brought him downstairs to the señoritas and they washed his forehead and tried to put a bandage on it but he kept ripping it off so we just kinda left it how it was for a while so that he could eat and we could get the kids off to school. After all the kids were gone one of the señoritas brought Fermin to the hospital where they put in 5 stiches but I´m pretty sure back in the states it would have been atleast 10 or 12. I then had to watch Fermin for the rest of the day trying to get him to not touch the stiches. I found out the best way to do this was just to give him food. Fermin absolutely loves to eat and if you let him eat on his own he´ll scarf down his food in no time flat so instead I hand fed him and would give him only a little bit at a time to drag out how long it would last. Well eventually I made it through my shift and was very tired.
Peace,
Brandon
Here´s a picture after the stitches
I was working with the pequeños this morning so I was in one room making sure the young ones were eating while one of the señoritas was in the other room with Fermin. I look over to see that the señorita had gone downstairs for a second to give some of the kids their medication when I saw Fermin running and he tripped over the uneven floor and bumped his head on the drawers in front of him. I went ove to see if he was ok to see his face covered in blood and a nice gash in his forehead. I brought him downstairs to the señoritas and they washed his forehead and tried to put a bandage on it but he kept ripping it off so we just kinda left it how it was for a while so that he could eat and we could get the kids off to school. After all the kids were gone one of the señoritas brought Fermin to the hospital where they put in 5 stiches but I´m pretty sure back in the states it would have been atleast 10 or 12. I then had to watch Fermin for the rest of the day trying to get him to not touch the stiches. I found out the best way to do this was just to give him food. Fermin absolutely loves to eat and if you let him eat on his own he´ll scarf down his food in no time flat so instead I hand fed him and would give him only a little bit at a time to drag out how long it would last. Well eventually I made it through my shift and was very tired.
Peace,
Brandon
Here´s a picture after the stitches
I remember a Little boy his name was Brandon,he was staying with his aunt Nann one time and was running around with Jordan tripped and hit his head on an old milk can, had to go to the hospital and get stitches. I hope Fermin is ok.
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