Home

I know what a boring title. I have been home for four days now. It has been so peaceful already. I have missed my family so much that it is a joy to be home. My brothers are doing so well and seem to be adjusting wonderfully. My nephew is just about the cutest thing I have ever seen. Today is my dad's day to watch him but since he had to take Israel to the dentist (in Mexico) I get to watch Elias today. We have been hanging out and making a movie and sent it to Autumn. I never really understood the desire to be a stay at home mom - I always thought it would be boring. After only one day with Elias I think I can understand a little bit. I love spending time with my family - it is good for my soul.

Cracked Pot
The sermon at church yesterday was written directly for me I believe. The pastor talked about heroes having clay feet and how Elijah’s life fell apart for a little while. He used the illustration of a clay pot. Right now my pot is cracking right down the middle – my life here in Ethiopia is falling apart.

Same
I thought he was different but it turns out that he is the same as her. He warned the nannies to watch me pack incase I stole anything. He told them that when the auditor comes if anything is missing from the house that it will come out of their paychecks. When I found out about this I was so angry. So angry in fact that I took everything that I bought. I was going to leave some stuff that the house needs but out of anger I took everything. I feel bad because I did buy that stuff for the nannies and children but he can replace everything. I have cried more these last two months then I have in all my life combined.

Projects
I moved to the projects. I rented an apartment near Tesfanesh’s brother. It is actually considered ‘the projects’ but it is a really nice apartment. Most of the people living here are families with lots of children. There is no middle class in Ethiopia – you are either poor or rich. Most of the people who live here would be considered mid-lower class.

Mesmore
This means music in Amharic. All of the Christian music sounds the same to me. You could interchange the musicians and their words but never change the melody and music and no one would ever know the difference. Tesfanesh told me that another white person had told her the same thing.

10…9…8…7…
I am counting down the days until I am home – 6 days until I leave and 7 until I am in San Diego. I am looking forward to a time of rest.

One Man’s Trash…
Is another’s treasures. I was invited to visit a neighbor’s house yesterday. When I went inside the mom was sowing (on an ancient machine) strips of fabric together making a shirt for her youngest child. I looked around and noticed that they have 7 people living in a one-bedroom apartment. It reminded me of my childhood. Then I had a brilliant idea. I got all of my clothes that I don’t wear and the twin sheets that I brought that don’t fit and I let them go through and pick stuff out that they wanted. I also went through the clothes that are Elias’ (sorry Autumn) and gave some of them to the little boy. He had been wearing clothes that were too small and for little girls. One of the daughters took a pair of jeans and two shirts as well as two of the sheets. I told her to make a shirt for her dad because he only has one dress shirt. The housemaid took the rest of the clothes. Oh man did it make their day. I had her try everything on and do a fashion show. She was giddy with happiness. It made my day too – now I don’t have to worry about what to do with all the clothes I don’t wear.

Packed
Today I went through all of my stuff and decided what I want to take home and what I want to keep here in Ethiopia. It took me longer than I thought but I rearranged everything how I want it. Now all I have to do is wash my clothes and buy souvenirs.

Conjoe Bet – Beautiful House
I bought a small sofa set today for the living room. After much searching and driving around we found one that wasn’t a fortune and that was actually a decent color. The couches here are very different from in America. They are huge over-stuffed things that are usually an ugly color. I will post pictures of our apartment soon.

Genesis Farms
Today Tesfanesh, her brother’s wife, Mesfin, Hiwot #2 and I went to Debre Zyet and visited this amazing farm. An American and an Ethiopian run the farm and it employs many local people. It has cows, chickens, different vegetables and flowers. I bought a ficus tree for two dollars and other plants for about the same price. We joined a school on the tour around the place and when it was finished I asked the tour guide if he would take us to visit the place where they make cheese. He was hesitant at first but Tesfanesh talked him into it. I learned a lot about how to run a farm – it takes a lot of manpower and hard work. When we got home Tesfanesh’s brother had bought his wife and myself some roses. Since roses are Ethiopia’s third largest export they are everywhere, but most Ethiopians don’t buy them. This family has been so nice to me and treated me so well this is just icing on the cake.

Rules
For having no rules while driving there are rules but only when the police are round. Today I got a ticket. I was nearing one of the few intersections that has traffic lights and none of them were lit – so of course I went through. There was a policeman right there, I didn’t see him until he whistled for me to stop. So I pulled over and I told him in Amharic that I didn’t see any lights on. He told me that the far one on the other side of the street was on. You’ve got to be kidding me. So the two lights that were right in front of me are off but the one all the way to left on the other side of traffic was on. How could anyone see that? Anyways he took my driver’s license and now I have to go tomorrow and pay a $114 birr fine to get it back. I was in a very busy area and everyone was giving me sympathetic looks. One guy yelled to me, “Izosh,” which means, “It will be ok.” I just laughed and drove away.

Things I will Miss
Kenasa – I will miss him coming up and hugging my leg right when I come to the house.
Melkamu – I will miss the way he jokes around and says that his rather fat tummy is because of pasta.
Sentayhu – I will miss the way she loves to help everyone.
Habtamu – I will miss the way he makes funny faces all the time.
Eyob – I will miss the way he preaches to the other kids.
Ebowa – I will miss the way she grabs my face and kisses my cheek for as long as I will allow at bedtime.
Sitota – I will miss the way he smiles whenever I kiss him goodnight.
Halle – I will miss the way she pretends to give you her nose and when you pretend to give her yours she eats it.
Lily – I will miss her laugh when she is tickled.
Yeabsira – I will miss her smile.
Ammanuel – I will miss the way he loves to be held and talked to.
Melaku – I will miss the way he smiles and laughs when I talk to him.
Damenu – I will miss the way she jumps up and down when I talk to her.
Henok – I will miss the way he laughs when tickled.
Ruth – I will miss her laugh when Hiwot talks to her.
Missaye – I will miss her so much. She was my movie buddy. We would stay up late every night and watch either a movie or The Office.
Bellatu – I will miss her gentleness and wisdom.
Tesfanesh – I will miss her friendship.
Hiwot – I will miss her willingness to learn and improve.
Senaidt – I will miss her and her desire to serve everyone.
Meseret – I will miss the way she dances.
Selam – I will miss the way she says my name “Elme.” (L-me)
Reading to the kids at night before bed.
Listening to the kids pray and sing.

Saying Goodbye
I said goodbye to everyone the other day. It was so hard to say goodbye to the kids because I know that many of them will be in America when I get back. They didn't really understand what was going on but I knew exactly what saying goodbye meant. Missaye cried so hard when I hugged her goodbye. Although I will see her when I get back two months seems like a long time to be away from them. My friend G-me (he is a driver that lives in Bethel - same area that I live) said that Addis without Emily is not good. That warmed my heart. My new neighbors had this beautiful coffee ceremony for my at their house. I also threw myself a going away party and there were so many people there. It was hard saying goodbye to my Ethiopia family but I am so excited to see my family that I can't be sad too long.

Blogs 5-18-09

Laugh so Hard

I have never in all my time here seen all of the nannies laugh so hard while watching a movie. Tonight for the first time we watched Dumb & Dumber. They laughed at all the right places but they went hysterical over the bathroom scene. Oh man Tesfanesh was laughing so hard I though she was going to pee her pants. I was laughing so hard watching them laugh – it reminded me of watching it with my dad and doing the same thing with him.

Finally

Today I got my Ethiopian drivers license. It took me all day but I finally got it. First I had to go to the U.S. Embassy and get my Californian drivers license validated. Once I got that I went to the Ministry of Transport and a nice gentleman helped me fill out all the forms and I had to get my picture taken so he took me to a photo house where I was ripped off but since I had to have them I had to pay it. I found out that I had to get the paper from the U.S. Embassy authenticated by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. And since the Ministry of Transportation was closed for lunch we went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs but they were closed for lunch too. So I went to a new restaurant called The Cottage. It was my first time eating a meal by myself and when the waiter said, “Solo?” I was embarrassed. I was the only woman in the restaurant and I swear the white man sitting kitty-corner to me was talking about the fact that I had a St. George. After finishing my meal I went back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and stood in line for 20 minutes. Then I stood in another line to give them my paper.. They gave me a number and told me to sit so I could pay. So the girl next to me and I watched part of Across the Universe on my iPOD. Once I paid I had to wait in another line to get my receipt. Then I left and we went to use the ATM. I saw a ticket from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs then it dawned on me that I left my camera with security. So we had to go back (luckily it was on the way). They asked me to fill out a survey – I was honest about the fact that it was a waste of time standing in three lines when only one was required. Who knows if they will change their system - probably not because all of Ethiopia is like this. Then we headed back to the Ministry of Transportation and finally after standing in a very short line I received my drivers license. It is just laminated cardstock with a photo of me on it and a couple stamps. Then the nice gentleman who helped me at the beginning asked me for money. I told him no. He was very angry but I told him that I didn’t ask for his help but that I was very grateful for it. He said that that wasn’t fair. I told him that I thought he was helping me out of the kindness of his heart and not doing it for money.. Then he walked away. Typical. They prey on the white people all over Addis. They come up to you and ask you if you need help when in reality this is their job – they are like vultures and always expect something in return.

Alive

I am still alive after my first day of driving in the city. It took me two days but I found a car to rent. I picked it up this afternoon and drove down Bole Ave. during rush hour. The minibuses scare me as well as Meskel Sq. (the largest intersection I have ever seen – 10 lanes on each side). Mexico Sq. roundabout was difficult to navigate because there were four cars trying to go at one time into one lane. But I made it home without hitting a goat, donkey, person or other car. All of the kids were so excited that there is a car at the house. They all asked to go for a drive but I told them that we would go tomorrow. So tomorrow we are going to go for ice cream. Most of them have never had ice cream so it will be fun for everyone.

Reassurance

Yesterday Mesfin (the man from the new orphanage) called and asked me to come on Saturday and teach them how to care for children. He asked me to teach them proper sanitation, nutrition and health care for the nannies and children. Oh to have someone open minded who is willing to be taught by someone younger. It is very rare here to have someone (especially a man) who wants to be taught the western way. Ethiopians pride themselves on tradition and the fact that they have been a country for so long. It is so refreshing because it is so hard here at the house to try and teach them something new – like putting the boiled milk in the fridge. It just reassures me as to why I am here - I am here serving the Lord by serving the children. And that reassurance makes up for what happened last month.

Road that Never Ends

Last Friday Tesfanesh and I took a road trip to Jimma to visit her family. Even though I was super sick I really wanted to go. Jimma is approximately 350km from Addis and it took 6 hours to get there. It was super easy to find because there is just one road all the way from Addis to Jimma. The first 180km were nice and straight. I only had to slow down for towns, people and cattle. The second half of the trip was a different story. For 60km or so the road was switchbacks up and down mountain sides. We had to go so slow. For the rest of the trip the road wound around gradually. I was getting tired from avoiding the numerous cattle, donkeys, and goats – not to mention all the people. When dusk came around I started imagining that the stacks of wood on the side of the road were people. It was much easier to see when it was fully dark. Finally we made it. I was so excited to get out of the car but there wasn’t anywhere to park at Tesfanesh’s uncle’s house. So we had to park a couple doors down at the Catholic school. The next day there was a different guard who was refusing to let us out - after 20 minutes he did.

Hurricane Jimma

While I was in Jimma it rained every night. Let me correct myself. It didn’t rain – it poured. It poured so hard I had never in my life seen that much rain. It made me think of a hurricane – but without the wind.

Sacrifice

After rescuing the car from the Catholic compound we visited the Jimma Museum, which consisted of old artifacts from the king. Then, we went up to the palace.. The view from the palace was absolutely gorgeous. They were going to charge me money if I took any pictures so I didn’t take any. We toured the empty palace and drove back down the worst road in Jimma. By this time it was around lunchtime so we stopped by Tesfanesh’s Uncle Teka’s house. I didn’t know we were going for lunch or I would have brought some food with me but they knew I was going to be joining them because they had slaughtered a sheep on my behalf. I asked Tesfanesh what I should do and she said that she told them that I don’t eat meat. I felt so bad but they made me macaroni instead. My voice was so deep and it hurt so bad to talk that I just sat there most of the time. I was probably the rudest guest they had ever had in their home before because 1) they killed one of their sheep for me and I didn’t even eat it and 2) I didn’t talk to anyone because I was sick.

First Time For Everything

On our way back from Jimma Teka asked us to stop by his shop - which is around 22km from Jimma. It was market day in that small town so everyone was out and about getting ready to sell and purchase things. The next thing I am about to tell you is neither a lie nor a joke. I was the first white person to walk through town. Everyone stopped what they were doing and gathered around to watch me. It was a sight to see. I almost took a picture but thought that they wouldn’t appreciate that too much. That was a first for me.

Culture

For the most part I really love the Ethiopian culture. There is one factor of it that I can’t stand. I hate the way they treat their employees. There is a huge social divide between the employers and the employees. Housemaids are treated more like servants. They are at the beck and call of their employer. They work 16 or 17 hours a day for pennies cooking, cleaning, doing laundry and sometimes watching children. Coming from a Western culture this is so foreign to me.

Braggin'

It's Autumn...a guest writer for the day. I just need to brag on Emily a bit. She's been having a tough time. Although she is 100% a volunteer where she works she has hit a bit of a rough patch as of late. Basically even though she has been working her buns off for free her independence is being taken away by her superiors. Certainly everyone whether paid or unpaid should have rules that they must abide by but things have gone a little far. Emily called very upset a couple days ago. A woman who is the director at an orphanage (unrelated to the place she is currently working for) that shall remain nameless called her and asked Emily to come over and teach her and her staff how to care for babies. There are already many children there so obviously it is hugely important that this woman wants to be trained on how to best take care of children. Emily readily agreed and made plans to head over there.


Em called a driver (they use the same 2-3 drivers all the time) and was told a certain someone (who we shall call "D") told the drivers that they are not allowed to take Emily to any other orphanage without first getting D's permission. First of all, this other orphanage is a completely unrelated entity. Secondly, the only reason "D" told the drivers this was to maintain complete control...Emily has done nothing that would in any way harm a relationship between orphanages and the place she works for. Thirdly (is that a word?) Emily has an awesome reputation at these orphanages which shines a positive light on the place she is working for...so awesome in fact that of all the people they could call to ask for help this orphanage called Emily to ask her to train everyone in the basics of childcare.

Emily called home really upset and discouraged. "D" who set these things into place is not returning any of her calls and is refusing to speak to her except via text message. Emily just wants things explained in person or at least over the phone as a lot can get lost in translation 1) because she is in Ethiopia and doesn't speak Amharic and 2) because that's what can happen over text messages.

So...here's where the bragging comes in. Today my Mom got a message from Emily. She got her driver's license, rented a car, and has now officially driven herself on the streets of Addis Ababa. Way to beat them at their own game, Em! I am really proud of Emily for a lot of reasons. She is living a very rough life. She is creatively problem solving. She is incredibly adventurous and brave to get a license in Ethiopia. She is remaining respectful in her communication to the people she is having conflict with despite everything that she must be feeling. Although she is probably discouraged she is still doing what she went to Ethiopia to do... love on the kids and help make their lives better. Now she has been given the opportunity to positively touch additional lives by being invited to train an entire orphanage how to care for their children.

Keep up the good work, Emily! We love you!

Late April Blogs

Happy Fasika (Easter)
So my Easter was very low-key because Ethiopians don’t celebrate
Easter until the following week. The following day (Monday) we started
planning our Easter celebration. Some money was donated to me and I
wasn’t sure how to use it but when I found out we weren’t going to get
any extra money for special food I knew exactly how to use it. So we
bought two chickens (the price of meat increased over night because
Easter is their big holiday) and a medium sized sheep. Senaidt, the
cook, didn’t take a day off that week because she was preparing for
the feast of the century. Church was cancelled because they had been
up all night praying and singing, so we had church at home. The kids
sang and danced and then Bellatu read the story of Christ’s
crucifixion and resurrection. We took a group photo everyone but the
babies were in it – and me because I had to take the pictures. For
lunch there was duro wat (chicken) and three different kinds of beg
wats (sheep). We invited Senaidt’s family and Philipa and her family
over. Everyone really enjoyed everything. I didn’t eat the meat…I just
couldn’t after watching be killed. There were 19 kids, 12 babies (they
didn’t feast per-say but they were at the house) and 11 adults who
feasted on Easter afternoon. Coffee was served four times that day – I
only had it twice. My sister sent me Mamba’s and so I opened a pack
and shared it with a select few – well really only those that were in
the room. I was shocked when the Easter bunny didn’t show up in
Ethiopia…I guess I’ll live through one Easter without an Easter basket
and an Easter egg hunt.

Hyena
Although I haven’t seen a hyena I know they are in Addis. The dog that
lives outside our gate had puppies a couple weeks ago. They live in
the storm drain under our driveway – right now there is re-bar on top
so it makes it pretty hard to get in and out. Tonight all seven of
them are barking for some reason and Tesfanesh said that maybe a hyena
was outside trying to get them. I told her that I think the mom would
put up a pretty good fight. But now every time they bark I want to get
up and look out my window just to make sure. I did shine my flashlight
out there and didn’t see anything except the puppies and the mamma
dog.
*Update – they are all still alive.

She Has Struck Yet Again
The tooth fairy has come to Ethiopia twice now since I have been here.
Yesterday Kenasa came upstairs half way through eating his snack of
roasted then boiled chickpeas and showed me that his tooth was loose.
I was once again picking lice out of Sentayhu’s hair so I put on some
latex gloves and wiggled it. Sure enough it was really loose. So I
pulled it out. It only bled for a minute or so and he didn’t cry which
surprised me. I showed him his tooth and he just grinned, then I took
his picture and he loved staring at it. I think he forgot about his
tooth until this morning when he found 1 birr under his pillow. I then
tried to explain to everyone who the tooth fairy was. When Keyase saw
that Kenasa got 1 birr for his tooth she showed me that two of her
bottom teeth are loose.

Phone Bill
So we paid the phone bill yesterday. My part was $1980 birr plus tax,
which equals roughly $200 USD. Yikes! Since we are completely out of
formula I am just going to buy some with the money that I owe.

Blogs from April

Lucky
The more I get to know about each nanny the more I have come to appreciate my family and the opportunities that the U.S. offers. I don’t know how Tesfanesh and I got talking about her education but what I learned astounded me. When she was eight or nine, she can’t remember exactly, her father died. Her eldest brother was then in charge of supporting his eight siblings and his mother. Since he couldn’t afford to take care of everybody, and her mom couldn’t either, they sent Tesfanesh to live with her uncle on her mother’s side. She was then their servant and was in charge of the kitchen. She went to school for a couple hours every day and then went straight home to cook dinner and would be finished with everything around midnight. Her cousins who were the same age were in school all day and did not have to work. Her aunt did not care about her education and did not treat her fairly. It continued like this for a couple years until she was shipped off to live with a different uncle. Unfortunately the situation didn’t get any better for her. She was their servant as well, always working in the kitchen. Her education was never a priority to the people she was living with. At the end of 10th grade she went to live with her eldest brother who was back from the war. She was still his servant and she raised his oldest son. She did finish her schooling at the age of 23, although she didn’t do as well as she could of.

Still Lookin’
Tonight at dinner I asked Missaye where she was going to go on her day off tomorrow. She said she was going to church. I teased her about having a boyfriend and secretly going to see him instead of going to church. So Tesfanesh chimes in that Missaye was going to see Alazar or Yafet. Missaye then said that she thought one of my brother’s was cute. Hmmm…interesting. So I go and get my photo album and I show her Chuck’s photo…no not him. Then I show her Jake’s photo…not him either. Then I show her Alex’s…yep that’s him. I told her that he is 15 almost 16 and too young for her. She just giggled while everyone else laughed at her for thinking a 15 year old is cute…not that you aren’t Alex.

Round Two
A couple days ago we noticed that some of the kids have lice again. So we took all the boys to the barber and had their heads shaved. We put clean sheets and blankets on all of the boy’s beds that night. Then we looked in the girl’s hair. Helina, Hannah and the new girls are fine but Sentayhu has lice again. So today Tesfanesh washed her hair and picked through it. Then I spent three hours picking through it as well. I hope I got all of them. We gave her new sheets and a new blanket. I am a really good lice-picker-outer by the way. I hope it does not go to round three.

Nope Still Not
Today I hung out with the older girls in my room…just to give them a break from the boys. We looked at everyone’s photos. Sentayhu kept asking me if the picture of her mom was me. Every single picture she would ask me and I would say, ‘nope still not me’…finally I had to tell her that I wasn’t in any of the photos.

Inspection
Every night I have to do a room inspection and check for mosquitoes. Last night I missed one. I have bites all over. Luckily they are non-malaria mosquitoes.

Sandlot
Ever since we have put up the laundry line the grass has been slowly dying. When the laundry would drip it would make everything really muddy so Selam would put cardboard or whatever she could find down to try and reduce the muddiness. To be honest it was really tacky looking. So finally I asked Tesfanesh if we could put a small layer of sand and then a layer of gravel since it had been raining and everything was really muddy. She agreed wholeheartedly. So we asked Seniadt (the new cook) if her husband could help us out since he works in construction. I asked her to ask him if he could find out how much it would cost and that kind of stuff. So the next morning while I am out running an errand I get a call from Hiwot. I had no idea what she was talking about so I handed the phone to Dereje and she told him in Amharic. Senaidt’s husband came and then left to go buy sand and gravel. Oh great. I told her to tell him to just wait until I get back before he does anything. When I got home the project was finished. I was frustrated beyond belief. I asked Hiwot what had happened and she said that she told him to wait but obviously he didn’t. It wasn’t done very good either. There was too much sand and it wasn’t level or packed down and there weren’t enough rocks to cover all the sand. I asked Senaidt if her husband was coming back and she said that he was. Good maybe he could fix it. Nope that wasn’t the case. He just went and bought more gravel. After he spread it all out he poured a little water over everything. Yesterday I noticed that Selam still put a reed mat over the rocks. What a waste of money.

Manna From Heaven
I’m not much for being extremely vocal about my faith but this week God has provided in extraordinary ways. I took the Stirling’s yesterday to visit an orphanage so they could drop off their donations and visit with some children. The director of this small orphanage told me that she was out of formula. So we said that we would find her some and bring it to her the next day. I was really worried as to where we would get this formula. We were out of the stuff that Sue had brought over a month before and getting money for the formula we had was very hard. Later on that night Mindy called me and said that the lady that was staying in her guesthouse would like to donate some formula and some money. Praise God. Today I met up with Maria who is adopting from my sister’s agency. She had brought diapers and wipes that my sister sent. We had been completely out of disposable diapers for a while which if fine usually but some of the babies have diarrhea so it is a huge mess. These diapers are a lifesaver and could not have come at a more crucial time. They are wonderful people (and I love their daughter). Thank you to those of you whom God provided through.

Circle of Life
I have ring worm again, but this time it is in three spots: my face, my leg and my shoulder. Some of the kids have it and it is super contagious so I’m not surprised I got it again. I just wish it wasn’t on my face. But since I know what it is I got some more medicine and I am treating it.

Mexico the Country - not the Square
There is a roundabout in Addis called Mexico Square. The fountain in the middle reminds me of Mexico. Anyways, today Senaidt (the cook) had the day off. She prepared in advance incase Meseret didn’t want to pitch in and help in the kitchen – she even offered to come in if Meseret refused. But Tesfanesh made her help serve the meals. Needless to say there wasn’t enough food for the nannies. Actually there wasn’t any left. So I decided that I would make dinner. I was going to make pancakes since it is easy but Tesfanesh asked me to make refried beans and chicken. So we then decided to make tortillas as well. The only thing is we didn’t have any cornmeal so we improvised and used chickpeas. We quickly sorted through them and picked out the rocks and Tesfanesh was kind enough to pound them using an old mortar shell and rebar. It wasn’t quite the consistency as cornmeal but it was close enough. I cooked one to see if the larger pieces of chickpeas were soft enough…nope. It didn’t taste like tortillas but it wasn’t too bad. So I added some sugar and let the chickpeas soak a little while longer. Much better this time around. So Tesfa continued cooking those while I made the chicken, refried beans, rice and canned peaches. When everything was ready I showed the ladies how to make a burrito, how to hold it and how to eat it. Surprisingly enough it tasted really good. It might be because I haven’t had Mexican food in 6 months, but I think it is because we are awesome cooks.

Punishment
I am being punished – although it really punishes other than me. On Wednesday night Dereje called Tesfanesh and said that she had to take 6 kids to the U.S. Embassy for their blood tests. She told him that Thursday was her day off – his response was “I don’t care, you have to do it no one else.” So she did it. I knew exactly what was happening. So I tried to call him all day Thursday and his phone just rang. So I tried again on Friday – it just rang and rang and rang - same at the office too. So finally I texted him Friday afternoon and asked him to call me back because I wanted to know about the families that were coming in two days. I got a text message at 8:50pm from Dereje saying, “Parents could not tell the history of their child at the embassy. I creats problem on CCI. We decided Yafet to take care of parents in their staying now on wards. We don’t want families to go embassy with out our recognition like Strilings. They creat problem on me and CCI at the Embassy. The coming parents will be assisted by YAFET and me. Thank u.” So then I replied, “And how is that my fault? What time is Yafet coming? We want to have the kids ready.” He didn’t respond. At first I was angry now I just feel bad – not for what I did because I would do it again – but because now it puts a lot of extra work on Tesfanesh and Yafet. Last night when he texted me I called him a coward. Tesfanesh was in the room so then I had to explain what a coward was. It just confirms my suspicions and it also confirms that it is time to move on.

Donating Directly to Emily

Hey Everyone, a few of you have asked if there is anyway to send Emily money to help make a difference in Ethiopia. The answer is yes! I have set up a paypal account that goes directly to her bank account. If you would like a tax deductible receipt then you can send money to her via the church and just put "for Emily" in the lower left hand corner of your check. The church address is: First Baptist Church of the Willows 3510 Alpine Blvd. Alpine, CA 91901. If you have any questions, please feel free to post them on the comments section. Thanks, Ann