There are some parts of my job that aren't always the most fun like...waking up 12 girls super early six days a week, disciplining them, yelling about lights out...and there are some parts that are really fun like singing and praying with them, tickling them just to hear their giggles, painting toe nails and coloring...and then there's the one day we did henna... We had just come back from the park where the girls had been somewhat of a nightmare to get to leave and I had retreated upstairs feeling a bit defeated and overwhelmed when I hear coming from the bottom of the stairs, (a rather pitiful and remorseful might I add) "Sister? Sister? You come downstairs sister...please sister..." I walked to the top of the stairs to see Nora standing there holding a metal tin and uncertain about what was inside, I walked downstairs out of curiosity... Well, they got me. I was hooked when I looked and saw that there was homemade henna inside. My nannies quickly ur