On February 18th:
Dear little Anna, somewhere in the Liberian bush.
You should be 3 years old today. My heart celebrates your birthday, even though I don't know if you made it. I cherish the memories of when you could take a bath in a bucket and you wore the tiniest clothes available, which were much too big.
I wish you well - that you may grow into a respectable lady, bringing joy and healing to those who cross your path.
Dear little Anna, somewhere in the Liberian bush.
You should be 3 years old today. My heart celebrates your birthday, even though I don't know if you made it. I cherish the memories of when you could take a bath in a bucket and you wore the tiniest clothes available, which were much too big.
I wish you well - that you may grow into a respectable lady, bringing joy and healing to those who cross your path.
This blogpost is dedicated to the children who never have their picture taken and whose birthdays are forgotten.
