GoldFishCracker

Sitting close on the couch, she offered the toddler on my lap a cracker.

This child wanted nothing more than to cling to me afraid of the stranger.

We both knew it had been too long.

No Acholi first WORDS.  

A grandmother unrecognised.

"Please bring her here tomorrow too.  I need her to know me."

Though she spoke no English, this came through clearly with her eyes.  

One Mother to another.

We left with a bag of Goldfish crackers.  The only offering accepted for now.

A Foster Mom.