Volunteer Service in Yilan a Girl

There I meet many friends with intellectual disability. Although I cannot keep in touch with them, they became part of mine. By help helping them, I learned and grew. One day, I went to a room with around ten women. All of them had to use wheelchairs. Although they usually have abnormal looking, they smile when I greet and introduce myself to each of them. One girl who looked like baby raised her hand and held me tightly. She was talking about how her parents brought her to there with sounds that I can barely understand. She had a circular, ten dollar coin-sized tumor on the top of her head and have to wear a hearing-aid device. While the teacher, who worked there to teach and take care of these people, helped others take shower.  She laughed when I mugged with a funny face and sang songs to her. She seemed to know that I did not understand her language very well. She pointed at me and pointed at her right eye. Then she pointed at me again with a concerning face.  She noticed the birthmark on my eye which most people who know me a long time don't even notice. I explained to her that it is a birthmark rather than a bruise. She smiled at me again.