The grandmothers and grandfathers have been waiting for us on the bench outside the home. Our friend, pastor Ruslan, had told them that we would be coming. As soon as they saw us their faces lit up. Babushka Serafima smiled and gave me a big kiss as I hugged her. Over the past visits she and I have become really close. Originally she is form Moldova, so she speaks with an accent, too. Babushka Vera is glad to see us, too. Apparently she had been drinking again, but now she seems more or less sober. ‘How are you doing?” I asked.