Sitting on the sofa, early morning light, coffee cup nearby. A door opens. Padded footsteps on the wooden floor.
Who comes? Coffee colored  face soft in the muted light. She wore a green printed shift as she shuffled barefoot  across the room and settled next to me. Her soft gentle hand clutched my arm as she cuddled close.
"Good morning Debritu."
"Good morning Poppy."
"Pictures?" She asked.
I opened my laptop and we looked at photos from the orphanage in Ethiopia where I had held her and we played with a ball. Was it a few  months ago or was it years? Seems like it.
Her tiny little fingers touched the screen and left prints...reminders of the moment.
At the orphanage she slept two to a bed, ate injera and wot and washed herself  over the grate that drains the courtyard. She chose her cloths from a "community" box. Now, from the drawer, she gets her shorts and Tee shirts, laundered and neatly folded. They are hers only. She is an integral part of our family and shares a BIG room with her sister, Fetlework.

Ain't God Good!!!!!!!!!