not all who wander are lost.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Dua.

I had rice and curry last night at Marina and Gerrits house, cooked up by their Ama- who now refers to me as her third "dua" which means "daughter". I brought a package of milk cookies, which are Malik's favorite (her youngest son). After dinner we strummed some Ukele, the kids passed out, and Ama finally ate a bowl of food. Another night, another blessing.

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