Wednesday, November 27

My status in the village has changed slightly since we returned. More gray hair, older children, and friends who are grandmothers mean that I’ve bumped up a tier. I’m also making more babies cry, since many of them are too young to remember us living in the village. Yesterday, I walked by a house, and the toddler burst into tears. The young mama’s immediate response was, “Tutua feo!” It’s just a grandmother.