Age 11. When I was 11 my mother began pursuing her dream of becoming a college graduate. She dropped out the first time to have me. My baby brother was just one year old and her studies required much of her time. I was so excited for her that I didn’t hesitate to learn how to cook and swooped up my brother each night from his crib to sleep in my bed. In fact, today my brother would say I am his second mom.
The latest update on my sweet sister is that she purchased goats. I am pretty sure this is my first time to cry over goats but whatever. She looked healthy, healed from the TB, and her smile in the photo makes me happy x10!
My husband just phoned the best news to me today. He is on his first trip to Uganda and what a trip he has had! As he left I told him he would likely not meet my sister. She lived far from the house he was building a pit latrine at. However, a great new collision would happen. As the men finished their building they arrived at the village church to see the new building that was recently built. The whole village was there. Including Hajara! He wept as he relayed the meeting. He was moved that she would walk the 40 minutes to get to the church. And then she presented him with about 20 avocados. What a sacrifice on her part. A mother who said she didn’t always get enough food! What a day to rejoice!