In continuations of this:
I am grateful for so many things in my life.
Every day I realise that I am amongst the luckier people in the world. That the challenges I face are easily overcome; the problems I have are negligible; I am protected by caring and wonderful people, who even when I least deserve to be loved, never hesitate to show that they care; I have a happy child, and when I wanted another it happened easily enough, gestational diabetes notwithstanding.
But the last couple of days I've been singularly grateful for this: Babu mentioned in the post linked above is safe and fine.
He made a desperate attempt to escape this place... a place to which he escaped in the first place, in a bid to get a better life than what he had back in Jaffna.
After months of planning, scrounging, and a bit of hiding the truth, he travelled to Europe. And then there was no news... we were worried and scared. But after 8 months, we receive a call from him 2 days ago. He is safe. More importantly, he is happy. It was a struggle, but he is finally on a valid visa, awaiting a permanent residency, supported by the French government's social security... he hopes to provide a decent escape for his family, from the war-torn areas of Sri Lanka.
I am grateful, he thought us important enough to call us long distance and keep us informed.
I am grateful that for the 6 years he was with us, he made such a huge difference to us.
I am grateful that there are governments and countries that still believe in protecting human rights.