When working in Africa as volunteers, we went to an orphanage to visit the children there one day. There we met a little girl named Naney. I handed a sweet to her. She didn't 1 her hands. I wondered why. "She wants one more, sir," said an old man. I smiled and gave her another one. She accepted them happily. Then I noticed Nancy didn't eat them. The old man told me about Naney's story. Two years ago, her 2 both died of AIDS. later, her only family member. her little sister was taken away from here. From then on she could just stay 3 in this orphanage. But whenever she received 4 from others, like food, she refused to accept 5 they gave her two-one for her and the other for her sister. Later that day, I was 6 to find that Nancy's story was not the only one. There were many other orphans just like Nancy. With a lot of things in their rooms, they 7 for their brothers and sisters who they hadn't seen for long. People sometimes may think African children are quite 8 from our kids. They may not get a good education so they can't 9 well or feel pain, sadness or love. But in facl, their pain is 10 and so is their love.