adoption (expresso-mum)
The child was exhausted by the time she was presented to her new guardian. Having come all the way from Africa to her new adoptive parent after she got separated from her birth parents in the jungle as they were trying to move to a new location. She was half asleep standing up, clinging to her social worker’s skirt.
It was pretty scary, being a little kid in a new country where no one spoke her language. Staring up at her new mother with an almost just blank expression. Her social worker spoke for her as she looked over an information packet. “Ah, Miss Jahduh…. Well, this is the little girl you chose to adopt, Ayana. She came to us from Africa; Uganda specifically. Her name is all we’ve gotten from her as no one in our employment speaks swahili.












