I’m seated with dozens of other mothers under a pink jasmine tree in the Pearl of Africa. The air is sweet and sticky, like toffee melted in the 95 degree sun, and we’re hunting shade by the long wall that circles this two acres of school dorms. Pink feathered chickens peck dirt with their chicks…

By Mommy Emily Mum loved blankets. I could always find her curled up in one, in the corner of the living room, sunlight pouring like honey across her light brown hair, glasses sliding off her nose while she slowly lifted a spoon to eat her yogurt, a Bible or gardening magazine on her lap. Mommy…

© 2015 The Lulu Tree | Designed by EnterMuse.
Top
Follow us: