A Shout and a Whisper for All the Children of the World

life in the motherland

We’ve started a new tradition in our house. I’m not sure if it evolved from the complete and utter disdain that Abdul and I have for washing dishes or if we simply enjoy bidding farewell to another day while curled up and snuggling on the bed in Micaiah’s room. She picks the book and diligently brings it over.

“Up. Please,” she’ll say with the most delicious big brown eyes.

One of us will proceed to read a book—two books, three books, whatever the mood allows. Then, we’ll remember our day, say goodnight to the sun and bunnies and our friend Angel who lives down the road. Micaiah is convinced she can hear us. We’ll pray for those who love us and those whom we love.


She’ll lean her cheek in for our kisses and give us a few in return. Then, ever so quietly, she will point and ask,

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Author: Herman Clive Quotes.

Am Ugandan, Writer, Information Junkie, love Activism for Human rights and Freedom.

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