Sarita

When I was in Uganda this last time, there was a little girl named Sarita who was around on our work days. She was wonderful. We didn't talk, but we were friends. She hung on Chelsey & I a lot & she stole both of our hearts away. She held my hand a lot, I held her a lot. One time I was sitting down & she was sitting on my lap & she would lean back & then I would tickle her stomach & she would giggle. It was a beautiful sound. Especially compared to the cough that she had. The cough that scared me because I just have no idea what it's from, what it will lead to, if it's serious, if it's not. Tuesday chapel was about AU-EA with an emphasis on our trip. Some of the people on our trip told stories in first person of some of the people we met on the trip. They all did an awesome job! Then they showed a slideshow of some of the pics from our trip & Sarita was in so many of them. Some with me, some with Chelsey, some with other kids, and some by herself. It twisted my heart up all over the place and I have not been able to stop thinking about her since. I normally think about her every day anyway, but since that chapel it has been almost constant...