On Friday, several days ago, this sweet looking grandma-appearing-woman brought this 5 year old boy to the clinic. His name is Moses (Moise). She named him after the biblical character. I don't remember her specific complaints about Moses.
I asked her if Moses had a mother. She waved her hand "no" behind him and responded the same way to my question about his father. Moses stared straight ahead.
The lady said that one night she heard a baby crying and went out side and found him lying in the street in the rain. She brought him in and is raising him. She knows nothing more regarding Mose's beginnings.
I told her she was doing a good thing. She smiled and said that God picked her to raise Moses. She is only doing her job.
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