Six stories of widows, families, refugees who struggled to survive until we gave them a bag of rice that changed their lives.

After a short night, it was Randy who woke me up at 8:15 pointing out how late it was. They often start talking or fussing early, but we don't usually get up before 8, so we just ignore them. So we got up, and I made their breakfast, and started feeding them.

It looks like they have nearly adjusted to the time change, as they woke up at their regular time of 8 am. Or we got up at that time. Sammy was crying pretty hard, so I went straight into their room and picked him up, which I don't usually do. It had been 4 am before I made it to bed last night.