With each passing day, more refugees arrived.
Every morning, I went to the kitchens in the pack house and had them cook up as much food as they could. I got some volunteers together and we’d all bring the food out to the refugee camp.
The shelters were up and they housed a lot of them.
For some of the refugees who had been there longest, we’d managed to find housing within the village, and pack house. But we were completely packed to the seams and about ready to burst.
Scarlett and Giselle helped me hand out new clothes and supplies.
We even had a bathing station set up for them. It wasn’t the most glamorous setup and there was usually a long line at the bathing station, but no one complained.
I expected them to start complaining and getting antsy after a few days.
Apparently, the alternative of returning to the capital was a lot worse.
From the moment I woke up to the time I lay down at night, I was on my feet helping the refugees.