There is always a baby around at Amani, so when I walked into the Distribution room today I didn’t even notice the screaming baby… let alone notice that I was the cause of this angst! Baby Cece isn’t used to having many wazungu (light skinned people) around, so I came as quite a shock to her. She’s only 16 months and hasn’t remembered me from last year. We tried and tried to get her to understand I was a loving auntie… everyone hugged me to show that I am safe and okay but it only solicited a somber face and wave in the end. Hmm… I don’t like it when a child is afraid of me and being an aunt is one of my favorite things, so I didn’t give up. It’s my hope that soon she’ll be running into my arms!
Well, look at this… by the end of the day we had progressed to fist bumping!