gray-haired man. He had the same eyes and smile as Freddie. I knew immediately who he was. "You're Freddie's father!". I said. "We've spoken on the phone many times. It's good to finally meet you" And I'm extremely happy to meet you, Trevor, "he replied." Thank you so much for taking care of my boy. And we hugged as if we had known each other forever.A little later, Maya took me to see the kitchen and dining room at the center. "This is where our lunches are prepared," she told me. "Our cooked lunches are different every day because we use recipes from different countries, do not we, Mrs. P?". Yes and some of them are better than others, are not they, Maya? "A voice called back from the kitchen. It was Safi's mom.