Beatrice
The mountains here are full of trails.
Steep ones winding up and down the deep ravines. Today I walk to a
high mountain behind our house. The deep ravines go down in a half
circle around me. Soon Beatrice comes to me and sits beside. She is
a Fre Julian's daughter eight years old maybe. She holds my hand and
pinches my white skin and touches my arm. Just as much as I love
touching her hair she loves touching mine. She has dirty clothes on
and dirty shoes, soaked with dirty water and mud from the rain that
just came. But here this is not a problem. Nobody looks at her with
disdain or thinks her dirty clothes are anything but normal. Her mama
will do laundry later this week and maybe her only clothes will be
very clean. Beatrice's Sunday clothes will be quite the opposite of
these. A crisp clean dress. With floufy socks and ribbons in her
hair. Sunday is a very special day. Beatrice talks to me today and
asks me if I would want to see her goats. We wander a little down the
mountain side. I tell her I hope we don't stomp over too many gardens
and plants. The goat is tied up on a rock and beside it two little
kids are hanging around. They like their mama and so they do not run
away. Beatrice catches the little brown goat for me and I hold it and
pet it's soft fur. It's new I can tell. We walk back home and she
tells me she is hungry...but I tell her to go see if her mama has
food. I say goodbye to my friend. She walks away but I do not know if
she will eat tonight or not. Makes me wish I could fix her troubles
and everybody else's. But she is growing up in a Christian home and
that's more than a lot can say.
We enjoy keeping up with you, Kellie!!
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