Homecoming

We got closer and closer to Yosemite and I got quieter and quieter.  Rainy season ended not too long ago, so there was still a river we had to drive through before we were officially there.  I couldn't decide whether I wanted to burst into tears, laugh hysterically, or throw up.  Instead I just sat there until finally the truck came to a stop and it was time to leap out and run into H-Mama's arms.

We got out and had to greet all the men sitting outside the compound first.  In the meantime, some kids had run into H-Mama's hut yelling, "Your white people are here!  Your white people are here!"  That's right, kiddos, we are white, we are hers, and we are here.

We ran toward her hut and nothing could stop the tears when I laid eyes on her.  She hugged us and made the H-Mama "Yay!" gesture.  Then she hugged us again and just held our hands saying our names over and over again.

We greeted everyone in the compound, gave H-Mama the 10 watermelons, tea, sugar, and rice, and then sat for a while just chatting until it was time to give her the phone loaded up with 32 Bible Stories and pictures of us with her.