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By Tigermoons
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28 May 2006 |
A story I wrote because one day I would like to adopt as well.
All around grime infested faces starred at me and the jeep as it rolled through the mud from earlier rain. My head rested on the door with the unrolled window letting hot wind strike my face. Half-dressed people with babies strapped to their backs with dirty cloths, and young girls with woven baskets on their heads walked down rough paths. The shacks we passed sat with sagging roofs, almost as if they were frowning. I barley knew if I should be smiling now or shedding a tear for the poverty around me. The man at the wheel went on talking, with his pearly white teeth and perfect ebony skin as if this horrible tragedy of a village was something he was accustomed to.
My husband sat with a willing ear, asking every question that popped into his brain. He was like that-always wanting to learn. The jeep haulted in front of a large, leaning building. Outside I saw children of all ages watching us curiously with their swelling bellies and boney limbs.
My boots slushed in the mud as I set them upon the ground, and my husband grabbed my hand a squeezed it, giving me a smile. This was a big moment for us. We walked past the rotten fence out in the front and walked straight into the doorless building. The chatter of children was all around and little cots lined the walls without sheets. The floor was a playground to rodents just as much as it was to the kids. I bit my lip at these conditions.
To think that I lived in a comfortable home with a fridge always full while these poor children scrounged for something to eat made me sick at myself. The man with the ebony skin led me to a doorway where a little girl waited with a suitcase full of holes, her hair high up in pig-tails. This was the first time I ever saw my little Shakina, meaning beautiful one. She was beautiful.
"Shakina, meet your new mother." The man said. She was bashful and looked to the ground, no doubt she was confused. The man picked her up, and she hid her little face in his chest. That day, Shakina went home.|
another great piece
Written by Leo (573 comments posted) 28th May 2006 | I like the way you take the reader to a different place. The style was so different this time as well.
Leo
| resonance..
Written by woody44 (775 comments posted) 28th May 2006 | | Your words certainly painted a picture of this place, and with so much poverty and conflict in the world today, it must be a scene that is played out many times. The story had a certain resonance with me as someone who has had personal experience of adoption (although not from abroard). A nice, heartwarming piece. |
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