As I held her little hand walking to school in the African dusk, we kicked up the red dust around us. Even with the language barrier, it was hard not to instantly fall in love with little Sara,* her massive brown eyes and ear-to-ear smile.
We reached the school and she darted off with her teacher, purple princess backpack bouncing. It was nearly easy to forget the tragic circumstances that had lead her to the St. Bakhita’s Home for Girls.
https://www.shemazing.net/hope-for-tomorrow-what-kenyas-child-sex-trafficking-survivors-taught-me/
We reached the school and she darted off with her teacher, purple princess backpack bouncing. It was nearly easy to forget the tragic circumstances that had lead her to the St. Bakhita’s Home for Girls.
https://www.shemazing.net/hope-for-tomorrow-what-kenyas-child-sex-trafficking-survivors-taught-me/