I thought we had travelled to look at an empty plot of land in the mountains. I expected we’d attempt to envision what the mother’s center would look like, make some marks in the dirt, and take a photo before heading back down the mountainside.
Instead, we were met by a crowd of strangers. Mothers, babies, children, fathers, the village leader, and a flower-lined path and archway.
I was confused.
I thought perhaps we’d made an additional stop before the land so I asked Lauren, the program director, who these people were. “They’re here for us,” she replied.