The weather could not have been more cooperative; the people could not have been more friendly. For welcoming our new neighbours, nothing is more Canadian than a skating party and, when it comes to teaching skating, few in 
To add to the sweetness of the party, our event host and sponsor poured seemingly endless cups of scrumptious hot chocolate and served yummy chocolate cookies. “Many of us understand the challenges of adjusting to a new home and we hope that this event will make the transition a little easier for the newest members of our community,” said Vanda Provato, The Second Cup’s VP, Marketing.

This was truly an eventful day: Elvis Stojko’s star turn, The Second Cup CEO’s charisma, our very own Syrian refugee-turned-volunteer, Mounir, who was a hot ticket for the media…., but the moment that moved me most was in the morning, when the long-anticipated buses gradually pulled in. I saw the kids’ excited faces at the windows. They waved hard at me and shouted in Arabic conveying an excitement that needed no translation. They looked different from a few days earlier when I’d met them in the hotel. There was the same level of restlessness, but what had been dull and irritated before, was thrilled and daring now. It brought tears to my eyes to see how happy they were to be at the party, to skate with other Canadians, old and new, and to pose with a Canadian icon on the
Two hours passed by like nothing and it was time for our guests to return to their hotel. When I took off the yellow hat and scarf that The Second Cup had given me and handed it to a refugee woman, her face lit up. “Thank you, thank you Canada!” she said. After they all boarded the bus, we stood by to see them off. Little kids again came to the windows to talk to us. They shouted, giggled, and kept blowing kisses from their chocolate-moustached mouths. Our volunteer Arshiah went closer to tap the window gently with open hands. The Syrian kids took turns patting their little hands onto hers – I bet they could feel her warmth despite the windowpane between them. A little, doll-like baby pressed her face against the window—her tiny nose was squished playfully and her eyes so pristine that you are only going to find a beautiful world inside. With a mesmerizing smile, she fastened her eyes upon me, melting my heart as the bus pulled away.
Little baby, I know it will not be easy for your careworn people to settle and integrate in a cold and unknown country. But you are in Canada now and, trust us, we will make you feel at home.
by Fei Tang, Mentorship Program Manager
