We play a little game every morning. I lie in bed battling the need to visit the choo. (It's cold in the morning!). When I see the curtain at my doorway flutter, I close my eyes and act as if I'm asleep.
"Bibi!" A little voice will say. Sometimes several other little voices will join in before I welcome the girls to come in under my mosquito net. Then we cuddle and hug until the need for using the choo forces me to get up.
I doubt I could have survived this long without being with Zachary, Zoe, and Zane if not for the loving hugs of my African grandchildren.
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