The low hanging limb of our shade tree was occupied by more children than I could count. They laughed. They giggled. They looked cautiously at the white guy seated a few feet from them. They swung back and forth, unconscious of the serious matter being considered.
A young mother sat in the red dust common to Uganda, responding to questions from the government official. It was a sudden transition from reunion to interview.
Her daughter, Joy, was being assessed. Did the circumstances warrant approval for Joy to leave her biological family behind to become part of a Children’s Home? Would Joy have the same options to see her dreams come true if she remained with the mother and siblings she loved so much?
