I went to see my mother today for the first time since I left for Niger, but she was not there. So petite, so beautifully clad, so nicely embedded. But it was not her. My heart cried out to God afterwards. I don’t know what I said, because it was in a language that only he can understand. But the answer was a single sentence:
“She is not there.”
And that is so true.
In the back of my mind, I think I was expecting to see her again. But she was not there, and so I could not say goodbye.
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Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackEsther - I’m so sorry that your mother is not there. Her spirit will stay with you if you welcome it, and I believe that you do. Look at all the important, good work you just did on those television programs. She saw it= along with millions of other people, and we are all so proud of you.
Thank you, Victoria!
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