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.