I had climbed onto the back of the boda tonite. This one was called “Canada.” Don’t know why. I didn’t ask.
I was on my way to the nearest reseller of any diet-caffeine-infused drink. It had been over 24 hrs since my last fix and I needed one BAD. (Or, BADly - for you homeschooling moms like me who are re-learning adverbs.)
I wasn’t in the best of moods, to state the obvious. Nor in the best of chemicals, that is. I needed my fix. But a group of the cutest little tikes came running up behind me and waved for me to stop.
So I signaled Canada and we did.
One of the girls was an orphan.
Named Naomi. She couldn’t have been a day over 8. She had come with her Auntie, baby strapped onto her back. Onto the back of Naomi.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
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