Friday, December 30, 2011

A Dress for Sidat from Heidi

Sidat, gathered into her mother’s arms, watched on as the children came from everywhere. Crammed into this tiny passageway for reasons unknown to me, the distribution party began. Children trampled the sewage floored muck on my open sandaled feet. These tiny corridors are not for the weak stomached or claustrophobic. Before departing, I would have my feet and sandals hand washed to new.

Sidat was not happy about trying on her new dress at first but once over her head she was quite pleased with herself. The faux button holes teased even the grownups. Her maama was all smiles at the goodies being distributed in her area and expressed genuine appreciation (as compared to other maamas who wanted to know what they would be receiving). This dress fit Sidat perfectly.