The sun was blazing and we were running late. As we walked past a group of men sitting idly by, one of them called out to me by name. Surprised, I turned around. My guard immediately dropped. The wariness ceased, because anyone who calls me by name in this place is a friend. He told me that for three years when he was a child, he was always full because of our lunch programme. He remembered the milk, the vegetables and, on Fridays, the fried chicken. He shared how he had gone on to formal school, completed high school and proudly showed me his shed, where he now earns an honest living making recycled foam mattresses. Today, You have shown me that heaven is a place where there will be no strangers, only reunions.