In October 2010 I met a little boy for the first time in an "orphanage" in Kampala. He had been there for just under a month and he was the saddest baby I had ever met. I prayed when I got home that God would do a miracle and that they would find his parents, because I just felt that he was missing somebody very, very special.
When I returned to the "orphanage" a week later - he was still there. I was so shocked that his family hadn't come to pick him up, because I was convinced there had been a huge mistake and that they were bound to have found him! I had lots to learn.
Many people think that "orphanages" are full of orphans (double orphans with no other known family), or that they were pit latrine babies (thrown in make shift toliets) or that they had been abused and removed from their families by the authorities. I didn't know that children could end up in "orphanages" because of mistakes, poor processes and lack of record keeping or because of miscarriages of justice.