aunt beth's gift

my sister gave the girls a big bag of old ponytail holders. we're talking the old school kind. well, abby took one look at the bag and then ran to grab the picture of wendjina, our compassion child from haiti. "i want hair like hers!" and so, i began to braid, and braid and braid some more. for three days in a row, my abby wanted to be like wendjina. seeing as she felt rotten, i thought it was the least i could do.