Welcome to Five Minute Friday
Today’s writing prompt is: Voice
I still hear his voice every morning. He says I’m good. He was our Gate Man. He became part of me and the girls wile we lived in Africa.
I hear him playing with the children. He says in only the way he can yes I will do it. I sit on his bed in the boys quarters more often in the days before we go to the airport. He says he will miss us. That we will be gone for so long. I tell him we will return. But even I wonder if I’m telling him the truth.
I asking him ,how do you see it” and he answers in the way only he can. He is honest with me and he knows the people and the custom. His voice guides me and keeps us safe behind the gate.
Mountain Moma
I am really looking forward to expanding on this post this week. Five minutes can not do this mans story justice, nor do I think I have the words to tell his story but I look forward to trying.
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