We visit a village to distribute clothing. On our way, the bus makes a strange sound and we trail black smoke, but we’re soon put right again and continue on.
My assignment is Girl’s Tops, and I sort and arrange my table, becoming familiar with what I have so I can quickly make suggestions as to what might fit.
I don’t have a back room I can run to or an online catalog to order from if the preferred size or color isn’t here.
You have to work with what you have.
Eyes light up and you know when you’ve made a match. I always look to the mama to make sure she agrees.
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I communicate well enough and here, too, eyes light up. Theirs. Mine. Connection.
You work with what you have, not waiting to be perfect.
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A young girl on the other side of the barbed wire fence stands and studies me and another team member, an hour at least.