We are headed home tomorrow, and our emotions are as diverse as this country we are in. I feel exhausted, touched, overwhelmed, and full of love for this baby girl, who without I cannot imagine life to be possible (even in her fussiest and most challenging moments). But more than just this child, I have been touched by this country and the people in it. First impressions are sometimes deceiving, and the more time you spend here, the more you see the beauty. Beauty in the small children who live on the street, begging to sell you some gum or shine your shoes. Beauty in the old woman who carries down bundles and bundles of branches down Entoto Mountain, day after day. Beauty in the smile of the woman who passes you on the street with her child tied to her back. Beauty in the face of the man who stops to give Mia a kiss and tell her how beautiful she is. Beauty in the faces of countless orphans, whose expectant eyes long for someone, anyone, to take them home and call them their own. I have been touched in a way I never thought possible, and life will never be the same again. It is true: I need Africa more than Africa needs me.
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