Hope is holding out for the dream
How long will it be? Her eyes ask me as we part.
Soon. My eyes shine back as she turns to walk away.
We met a year and a half ago in a playground. She had come to this country with the promise that her children would be able to join her only to discover no such plans would be made. Our friendship grew in little bursts of five minute conversation, until she was ready to find a safer place to live. Not long after she began her quest to reunite her family once again.
There is only one glitch. She'll have to stay in this country while the papers are sorted out for her daughters, age s 11and 14 to come. How long could it possibly take? We ask each other as two months turns into six and then six turns into almost a year. The girls are growing up, and the waiting grows more difficult everyday.
In less than an hour, Stephanie and I will land in Rwanda where those two dear girls will greet us on the other side of the gate. We'll tell them their mother is waiting, that no matter how hard it looks right now, the best is yet to be.
Their eyes so full of light
their hearts so full of hope
will make us all believe.
Reader Comments (20)
thank you for the update Tracey.
safe travels.
xo