Thursday, October 6, 2011
Just Like Me.
After a few mornings of this mutually adorable greeting, Jose told us a little bit about his family. His wife lives in Mexico with their two children, a son and a daughter. Recently his kids had to drop out of school because it was too dangerous to attend. The violence from the Mexican mafia has caused their neighborhood to become a war zone. He showed me pictures of his adorable children. His son is named after him.
Later at home, I was telling Meazi about him. I said that I felt so sad for him, and for his family. She said, "Which part of the story is the saddest to you mom?" I said, "I guess that he can't see his family Meazi, that is the saddest to me."
She said, "Just like me. I can't see my family. He's just like me."
Maybe this is what Melese and Jose have in common. Maybe this is why they hug each other like that each day.
Maybe he just misses his son, the one who doesn't get dropped off at the beautiful, progressive, expensive school, surrounded by guards and kindly employees who could watch out for him.
And what about Meazi? Is she, like him, just working and waiting until a time when she can see her family again?
Please pass the Dalwhinne.