Childhood

Once in awhile I'd think of my childhood. How carefree we were, how my family didn't worry about me playing at my neighbors' house and not think if they're molesters or criminals.I lived in a compound where almost everyone is related and my father was well respected by the community. There's no need for fear. 

I think of that because I want my daughter to have a similar childhood. Sometimes it's just not possible. I worry a lot. It's hard to trust anybody these days especially if you're in a foreign country. 

I really believe when we ask for something it shall be given to us. It happened to my life multiple times. I'm grateful in each of those events/moments. 

Yohan has found a new friend across the street where we live. I don't like to use the word literally, but there's no other description because their front door is facing my front door. 

I met Kathy last week and our children have been inseparable since then. Myla is such a sweet child and wanted to call me auntie. I find that very respectful. She's been calling me auntie ever since. 

I thank God for giving me yet another blessing in the form of a good neighbor and Yohan's good friend/playmate. 

I'm now more than confident and assured that Yohan will have a great childhood. I also want them to be best of friends.