This morning we take individual photos of all the kids, and then more activities - games, modeling clay, puzzles and a big blow-up air tent that Baxter puts together. The children want us to watch everything they do, and they bring their artwork to show us proudly on a regular basis. It's constant shouts of "Didi! Didi!" from kids in five different directions.

The staff here are wonderful and Papa is a saint on earth - but with only a handful of them and over a hundred children, much personal attention is difficult. These kids are throwaways from society and often their families. We are the only people who have ever come looking for them. It's such a feeling of empowerment and specialness, I think, when one of us comes to this place asking after a specific child by name. When you say to them, "I know you, you matter, I am here for you," that is everything. They crave our attention and love - things we are only too happy to give. It seems such a small thing to do, really, because I feel like I'm getting so much more back from them in return. I hope it makes them feel special and loved, to know that we traveled halfway around the world for no other reason than to come see them.

The return from them is far greater than anything I've ever experienced. Just by being here - simply by showing up - I am awash in such an outpouring of the innocent, true, powerful love that they give so easily.