12 Days

The duvet cover on the queen size bed in the guest room can no longer be seen. Strewn on the bed are my clothes, my toiletries, my sketching and watercolor supplies, too many pairs of shoes, a walking stick................
When I learned of the Namuwongo Literacy Project in August I knew it was for me. I had been searching for the right place to volunteer in Africa for a number of years and finally I had found a project where I felt I could fit in. A project where my skills would be helpful.
"Did you buy some of the supplies for the children I saw at Walmart and Dollerama?" asks my 96 and1/2yr old mother. Still driving herself, she has been scouting out materials for the project for months now.
"Uh huh" I mutter looking at the pile of children's supplies next to the bed. How will I pack all of this?
"Good " she asserts, "because you know there are only 12 days left until you go"
I can't breath-my emotions have moved into every available space in my body. I can't wait to meet the children!
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